The Bard:
To be hardened like steel, in a battle of wits,
Or to sink without swimming, why call it quits?
Leading the charge, with no one to follow,
Bridging the gap between friend and foe.
These are the things that a Bard should know,
Riding solo between two warring armies,
Roaring out for the kings to heed,
Rather than fight, they should join in mead.
These were the duties of the Bardic ways,
Three sacred truths that remain today,
Three sacred rays of the Awen say,
Creativity, Love, and truth, above all else.
We have been in many forms and shapes,
Stood as trees, and flown with wings,
Swam as a Salmon, and fed with the Bear,
Burned as bright as any other star.
For we are all a part of the great web,
All connected to all things that are and are not,
But many don't seem to understand this,
Somewhere along the way they just forgot.
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