This is the first bit of my English assignment that I turn in tomorrow.
There once was a minstrel,
Blind since birth.
A victim of time,
His life was a curse.
Blind since birth.
A victim of time,
His life was a curse.
Visions and prophecies
Danced in his head
He felt he would see them
until he was dead.
Danced in his head
He felt he would see them
until he was dead.
That would smother the village
He saw in the future
Rape, Plunder, and Pillage.
The villagers would hate him
They feared all those visions
They ran him out away
He had no provisions.
He hid in the forest
For two days and nights
For on the third day
The village set alight.
To the court of the King,
Good Sir Arthur
The poor minstrel traveled
He could run no farther
He sang of his visions
His songs couldn’t fail
He sang of the song
To find the grail.
One song he would sing
Of Merlin the Seer
Of the fate he would suffer
And what he should fear
He earned a place
At the kings side,
But from Merlin’s anger
He could not hide.
He had no provisions.
He hid in the forest
For two days and nights
For on the third day
The village set alight.
To the court of the King,
Good Sir Arthur
The poor minstrel traveled
He could run no farther
He sang of his visions
His songs couldn’t fail
He sang of the song
To find the grail.
One song he would sing
Of Merlin the Seer
Of the fate he would suffer
And what he should fear
He earned a place
At the kings side,
But from Merlin’s anger
He could not hide.
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