Along came a Poet, ragged and worn
Spent many a long year, trying to be born
He forsook the trappings, of cupidity
Followed the highlands, tried and lowly

He dreamt in a carol, walked in a song
Tarnished like copper, his life was a psalm
Bare-bones and meager, yet never was poor
Fruitful in tatters, a glad troubadour
He sang!

He lived in a ballad, beloved and dear
He sang for his life, to all who would hear
To lift the downtrodden, he yearned to impart
His love for the people, he poured out his heart

Alongside a river, that flowed to the South
He came to a town, and opened his mouth
He knew not the kindred, who welcomed his song
Greeted with honor, and loved as their own
He sang!

The Bard was a'wander, to find his own name
His hope was a flower, a burning blue flame
The path was a hard one, rocky and rough
A valley of shadow, Augean and bluff

He followed The Maker, who taught him the way
His passage illumined, over night and day
He wandered and wondered, the struggle was good
He pined and he longed to be out of the wood
He sang!

Along came a Swordsman, who wielded his tongue
With anthems of brilliance, a Greathearted One
A broadsword wellborn, strapped onto his hip
He proffered goodwill and his fellowship

The poise of the poet, returned to the start
The Maker led Swordsman and Bard from the heart
They banded together, a hilt to a blade
Goodness and mercy, did follow their days
He sang!

The Swordsman was weary, of many long trials
His heartstring crestfallen, for many long whiles
The Poet was stirred up, by his Threnody
And bowed his devotion, and fraternity

(For) the Swordsman was fettered, in old Minor Key
His Brother (DCS) had fallen, departed dearly
The Poet then offered, a trustworthy oath
To bear up the Swordsman, and tender a troth

The soul of each other, were hammered and forged
Seamless and silver, they chimed in accord
A Bondstone of Brothers, confederacy
The Bard and the Swordsman, a Song of Fealty
They sang!