Noble Troubadour

Noble troubadour making untrue verse, while traveling from town to town on the dustiest roads, reciting the lamenting lyrics to yourself, and the echo is louder than words of folly growing within; hold your anger inside, let it explode in the castle's Great Hall, where all will listen, indeed! Monarchy is an undefeatable fortress, and below you seem not to fret; enter it when the trumpets announce the king's arrival in a golden coach pulled by stallions who snort at your sight, but you fearlessly follow them before the wooden gate closes on the bridge. Noble troubadour decrying a denied liberty, making your living writing undesirable, undeserved odes, you're forced to lie and please your demanding king who manipulates your behavior by tight strings; should you offer no praises or allegiance to the crown... you'll be charged with disloyalty and treason! See yourself in the torture room! There's a limit to your patience bearing the guilt, and be able to lift it off your chest...it will crush you under its weight, until your reason turns into discernible madness, and rising up from your sore knees, you'll relinquish your duty... to regain your freedom from a kingdom built on obedience and vanity; and what will be the the outcome of your refusal to bow down?...The peace of a free spirit! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci