Be a Ballad
Luke Meyers
You step into the tavern...
The bristling beginning to every great adventure
Bursts with stories, and with song, "/=She galloped cross the plains.=/”
Before you stands the barkeep, “/=Can I get ye a thirst quencher? =/
/=Or would ye rather hear the news of beasts that must be slain?=/”
“/=Both=/.” you say, and cross the bar he slides a silver tankard
The minstrel’s song continued, “/=Rode to face the dragon's ire.=/”
The barkeep leans in close and whispers “/=Listen to that wee bard, =/
/=Sing about the latest hero to be cooked in dragon’s fire.=/”
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You gallop cross the plain, the bards inspiring music shaking
Awake from deep within your soul a long forgot desire,
You urge your trusty steed, “/=Come Bronwen, legends are awaiting.=/”
Upon your lifelong friend you ride to face the dragon’s ire.
You start to slow, before you lies a forked choice of direction
Two pathways, one through swamp, and one through forest, "/=Bronwen Whoa!=/”
Your horse pulls on her reigns, but you ignore her weak objection,
The choice is yours, so tell me, which direction will you go?