This is the second (and concluding) part to my ballad which I wrote to cheer a friend up. If you haven't read part 1, you can find it here: http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/blog/664/entry-16410-the-bards-pursuit-1-an-l-p-w-ballad/ As a reminder, it's loosely based on elements of Last Post Wins, a popular game here on GA. I had enormous fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it.
The bard's pursuit (Part 2)
The bard he came straight to the Queen
And found her quite alone.
Her crown it shone with gold so bright
He cursed and stopped a moan.
He so desired to snatch the prize
His head did swim with greed;
The lust he felt was red and hot
And drove him to the deed.
The Queen looked up and saw the bard,
She fixed him with her glare.
Her icy calm and regal look
Near stopped his traitorous dare.
The evil man, he honed his tongue
Foul havoc for to wreak,
His words, all fell and steeped in blood,
Were on his lips to speak.
One cough was heard and then a bark,
A chirp, a fearsome growl.
The bard he chittered, honked and squeaked
And gave forth one lone howl.
“Feel my power, you wretched man!”
The Queen she said wth glee.
“Your voice has lost its magic spell
And has no hold on me.”
He growled and whined, then sobbed and sighed,
His life it had no worth.
He would not live so long to see
A last night on this earth.
The Queen called forth her knights so bold,
Who should have been her guard.
A single man before her stood,
The wretched, speechless bard.
One knight did know the bard full well,
His heart from love did bleed.
He stood before the Queen and said:
“Pray, spare his life, I plead.”
The knight, he pled his cause with skill
And never a vengeful thought.
This man his eyes had opened wide,
Love's ways had he been taught.
The Queen she sat in judgement long,
Then gave forth her reply:
“This man, I see, means much to you
I cannot let him die.”
The bard could scarce believe his ears,
He kissed his saviour's hand.
He looked up at the Queen and said,
“I wait for your command.”
“Beg pardon of my knight so fair,”
The Queen she said with force.
“You spurned this man most heartlessly
Yet love does through him course.”
“This crown is not for you to take
It is the Queen's alway.
Now go you forth and do good deeds
In memory of this day.”