Post by Harpers Live and Die on Dec 6, 2022 11:54:18 GMT -5
*Around the realms, bards in taverns around Cormyr begin reciting a poem. Some accompany it with a quite melody of strings, others share it with great glee! One thing is common, it's slowly catching on around the realm*
Oh long are the days where the light shined bright
Healing hands grasp tight to stop the blight.
When the brave of soul and sharp of mind
Found the root of corruption and left none behind.
Oh long are the days when the grey fox roamed,
To alert all to the theats near home.
Fear not dear hearts for the harpist still sings,
Freedom and hope, they will always bring.
So hear the call to you all now,
To who call them friends to thee harpers take a bow.
The watch is still kept, their eyes still see
Good help and strong hearts are still in need.
Need not foget the times of old,
When stories and adventures were shared and told.
Let's not forget the troubles we face this day,
Rise up, join in, let's make the wicked pay.
Oh long are the days where the light shined bright
Healing hands grasp tight to stop the blight.
When the brave of soul and sharp of mind
Found the root of corruption and left none behind.
Oh long are the days when the grey fox roamed,
To alert all to the theats near home.
Fear not dear hearts for the harpist still sings,
Freedom and hope, they will always bring.
So hear the call to you all now,
To who call them friends to thee harpers take a bow.
The watch is still kept, their eyes still see
Good help and strong hearts are still in need.
Need not foget the times of old,
When stories and adventures were shared and told.
Let's not forget the troubles we face this day,
Rise up, join in, let's make the wicked pay.