I met a bard upon a moonstruck night
by Katherine Ashewode
This is based on a true story from Pennsic, of a fling I nearly had but didn't, for what will be obvious reasons. I was bitter for a while, and took it out in poetry.
I met a bard upon a moonstruck night,
Beside the fire listened to his song,
His eyes shone bright as diamonds in the light,
His voice resounded rich, and deep, and strong.
Our eyes crossed paths before the flick'ring glow,
He placed his gentle hand upon my knee.
His cloak about my shoulders seemed to show
That shortly to his tent we soon would flee.
He rose, he said but for the briefest time,
It was an hour more 'till he returned,
And on his arm I saw a maiden fine!
Her lips received his kiss while me he spurned.
Despite my pain, it's he who missed the mark,
For I am fire; she the merest spark.