“I have a story” said a Bard
As he strummed his Lute
A tale of a lovely Maiden
Waiting for her Knight
To present her with a Rose
Cut swiftly by his Sword
Such a sharp Sword
Could easily kill a Bard
But slicing a Rose
Who’s sweetness outweighs the sound of any Lute
Was what that gallant Knight
Sought for his fair Maiden
He searched for the Maiden
As if guided by his Sword
But the only thing did he find, that Knight
Was a solitary Bard
Strumming his Lute
And wearing nothing but a Rose
He seemed to think he would be covered by the Rose
But he was as nude as our knight wanted to see his Maiden
Shocked by the sight, he dropped his Lute
Blinded by the Sword
“Is it the rose you need, sir?” Asked the Bard
“Unfortunately yes.” Said the Knight
Mortified, was our Knight
His face was as red as the Rose
He tried not to think of the naked Bard
As he searched for his Maiden
Guided by his Sword
And playing his newfound Lute
A song of love, he played on his Lute
Truly worthy of a Knight
A song of how he used his Sword
To cut the finest Rose
Only for his Maiden
As he sang like that Bard
He played his Lute and gave the Rose
The Knight did to his Maiden
With no mention of what kind of Sword he had seen on that Bard
Elena is a 19 year old girl who writes as a hobby, and dreams of someday becoming a voice actress. She draws inspiration from the world around her, and often finds herself writing things that randomly pop into her head.