Whispers of a wandering minstrel in days of old,
A bard who roamed through kingdoms, brave and bold.
With lute in hand and tales to tell,
He sang of love, war, and magic spells.

Through bustling towns and tranquil fields,
His melodies echoed, his words revealed.
The struggles of peasants and nobles alike,
Intriguing all with every lyrical strike.

From taverns to castles, he traveled far,
Sharing stories beneath the glittering stars.
For coin and mead, he would entertain,
But his passion for music was his true gain.

Amidst grand feasts and treacherous quests,
The bard’s voice never faltered, never rest.
For in this age of knights and kings,
His songs were the heartstrings that stirred everything.

And when his time on this earth did end,
His legacy lived on as a cherished friend.
For the life of a bard may be fleeting indeed,
But their tales will forever be remembered, never to recede.