Literature
The Bard
Wandering towns and cities merrily,
Bringing delight to all who hear me!
Theres no greater feeling than feeling free,
And realising your dream is a reality.
When I was but a young lad,
My dream was constantly squashed by Dad.
He was able to take me from happiness to feeling bad.
To be able to prove him wrong makes me feel glad.
He wanted me to be a warrior, blacksmith or guard,
He would train me laughing off my claims it was too hard.
Im thankful that his idea of training did not leave me scarred,
Scars would not be a good look on a travelling bard.
The night I was able, I fled fast and far,
My only lights bein