I happened upon a merry bard
that sang a merry tune
his dandelion words carried far in the wind
his voice melted hearts
and whenever he sung his chorus
he would turn heads
he sang of warriors
he sang of love
he sang of adventures
and he sang of hope
but once he died
his songs changed tune
the winds that carried his song
decided to change the melody
decided to change the words
and the songs he wrote
that once caused peace
that once spelled love
that once taught hope
was now growing hatred
was now calling war
and now become something
that made him turn his head in his grave.