A Tale by the Fire

The fire flew in splendid hues and the cold was left outside

The sky above was a dreamer's treat, the stars bedazzled the night

And I stood up and started to sing, a tale as old as time

Of heroes past and glorious kings, all in heroic rhyme

I sang and the waters sprang, and the seas they came in sight

The fire flickered and burned like towers guiding the ships in the night

The world was fay and the hearts were bold, and bolder was their feats

That the minstrels sang in hope of coin in the halls of lesser kings

Then was might and then was virtue, not against each other like swords

They were wielded like trusty spear and sturdy shield to fight the raving hordes

The fire grew faint and the specters faded and the song came to an end

Only left were the stars above that had seen all I had said