The Knight and the Bard

Almost friday again, my friends. Enjoy this little piece I threw together today at work.

                                          - James O. Cannon

The Knight and the Bard

By James O. Cannon

Horse’s manes of every color, black, grey, and white.
Polished swords of gleaming silver hidden out of sight.
The Gentleman, the Scholar, the Bard, and the Knight
Went strolling through the towns square, looking for a fight.

The Scholar saw the bard and met him with a scowl.
The Bard looked back with a glare that was equally as foul.
The Scholar unsheathed a dagger and let out a howl.
The Bard began to cast a spell in a low, rumbling growl.

As the two began their battle, another pare meet.
The Gentleman proves curt as he and the Knight greet.
So the Knight said unto him, “Sir, you I shall defeat!”
And so the Knight drew his sword and placed it at his feet.

Meanwhile the Scholar, yelling just across the yard
Charged with his dagger held high straight at the Bard.
But the Bard was ready, with his palms weathered and hard,
Each unleashed a stream of flame, leaving the Scholar chard.

As the Scholar died, so far and yet so near,
The Knight punched hard, into the Gentleman’s ear.
He raised his fist again, evoking so much fear,
That the Gentleman died right there, sheading a single tear.

As the Knight and the Bard stood victorious over their prey,
They realized in unison that they had won and that they may
From that day forth stick together through every battle and every play.
And so they became as close as brothers until their dying day.