Post by Kolfrosta on Aug 1, 2008 6:44:11 GMT -5
*written in firm bold strokes*
Once long ago, a minstrel played,
of tunes pleasing to the ear.
Time has passed and a sleeper has slept,
while the minstrel ceased their play.
But the night has passed and the dawn is arisen.
To hear the tunes played by the minstrel of long ago,
would bring joy to the sleeper now released from prison.
*the note is unsigned*
Once long ago, a minstrel played,
of tunes pleasing to the ear.
Time has passed and a sleeper has slept,
while the minstrel ceased their play.
But the night has passed and the dawn is arisen.
To hear the tunes played by the minstrel of long ago,
would bring joy to the sleeper now released from prison.
*the note is unsigned*