He's told his stories thru hymns and symphonies <br />peculiar tales such as joyous atrocities <br />and spends his night serenading the moon <br />sad, his music will fade anytime soon <br /> <br />he's sang his songs for months and years <br />and only his guitar felt the shedding of his tears <br />he loves to stay on treetops and cliffs <br />to where he humms his melodious grief <br /> <br />tonight he sings before his audience of none <br />his throat has failed, his voice is nearly gone <br />he's grown deaf, and his ears are at peace <br />the bard retires playing his final piece.<br /><br />Kriztan Rei Palces<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bard-12/
