Within a bard's pride
Is woven a heart ablaze
Some by spite be driven
Most by glittering gold
But his quest lays in flames
The bard's sacred desire
A muse everfading
Within his creation it's beauty lays
His quest be the key
To open the treasure of his art
Unfurl a true reflection
And shed light within the dark...
...A light more precious than the glither of
Thousands of pieces of gold
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