"Why can't you shut up?"
Says the knight to the bard
For the knight knows agony
When the bard sings his song.
"Are you mad?" asks the lyricist, expression surprised.
"Anyone would be joyed to hear their battles become rhyme."
But the knight wasn't happy, for he knew the truth
That the painful deaths of many men hid behind the tune.
That the failure as a protector would haunt him in song
That sleepless nights without father, husband, or son is what he did wrong.
A pessimist others call him, a realist stands true
For reality is too harsh to be handled by a fool.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
"Why can't you shut up?"
Says the knight to the bard
For the knight knows agony
When the bard sings his song.
"Are you mad?" asks the lyricist, expression surprised.
"Anyone would be joyed to hear their battles become rhyme."
But the knight wasn't happy, for he knew the truth
That the painful deaths of many men hid behind the tune.
That the failure as a protector would haunt him in song
That sleepless nights without father, husband, or son is what he did wrong.
A pessimist others call him, a realist stands true
For reality is too harsh to be handled by a fool.
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