The Minstrel and The Bard

She stood
in the front
of the room
spinning tales

with her whole body.

The tips of her fingers
started the story and
it wend its way down
to the tips of her toes.

I watched her
every move with
bated breath
but wanted
to whisper,

“Oh, my lady,
you are so lovely,
come home with me
and tell me stories.

You will never
find a more
attentive audience
no matter how many
courts you visit.

Come with me
and I will sing
you a song.”


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