To the Bards

By: Harko Posted on: April 25, 2011

Sing your songs, ye bards, to me
Tell of love, life, and such things
But leave your wit at the door
Dance drunk on the tavern floor
For the common man hears thee
While Jesters sit with the kings

Weave your stories and old tales
Of knights and the wine dark seas
Stumble upon the bar stool
Drink and become the true fool
Truths turn kings pallid and pale
Leave to us such mysteries

And forget not the real fact
That to us humor belongs
The laughs and grins we create
Serves our purpose and our fate
We're stylish and have tact
We know more than tavern songs

Ancient arts of tarot cards
And the marionettes of lore
Combined with devious pranks
Bombs and jack-in-the-box cranks
So tell me, if you can, then bard
What do you have but a sword

None can doubt your fine deep voice
And your swashbuckling ways
Cyrene will always need you
To sing, dance, and lift their mood
But Chaos, a gift, is ours
The cup of knowledge we raise

(Author's Note: On occasion of the "war" between Ty Beirdd and the Carnivalis
Institute of Jestering, this poem emphasizes the unique, mysterious, and hidden
superiority that Jesters can display when called upon. The rhyme scheme used in
each stanza is ABCCAB.)