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Fate's Chosen Part 2

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The Path of Fate’s Chosen
Part 2

The musician walked along the beaten path
Happy with his lot in life
Ideal as he was
He could not ignore
The rumble of his tummy

An inn spied his eye
So, with a flourish
He enter the inn prepared to play for his supper

What greeted him surprised him more
Than a floating pot of gold
A fair haired lady
Handing out drinks aplenty

With hair honey-blonde
And sapphire eyes
She took the very breath
He had just gained

Unsure how to proceed
He did his best
And walked forward to ask
If he could have but a play just a song

She smiled and sent
Tremors that shocked him still
As she led him to a stage
And told him to play

With a bow he began
To slid his fingers across the lute’s strings
Slow and steady in quite a fair way
To let music flow in a soothing sway

Men softened and asked their lady to dance
Soon the room was lacking of tables and chairs
Filled with jolly people
Enjoying the good time of a dance or two

Another musician appeared
To add his melody to the din
Which added to the growing atmosphere
And to let the Musician a chance
To have at least one simple dance

His Lady stood and awaited
As he strolled over to say
“Without a doubt in my mind
I say you look lovely and deserve but a twirl”

And so He spun her about as the music grew
The laughter was all around
Each and everyone enjoying the view
Of love at first sight

Danced they did, throughout the night
Dance they did, till all others were gone
Dance they did, never feeling their aching feet
Dance they did, in undying love

Hunger forgotten he slept with a sigh
And waited to say
If she would be his

Upon the next day He asked if they could be
And much to his delight
She was in his arms
Saying “Yes, Forever, and Always”

Summer, fall, and winter fell by in a flash
To spring’s wonderful freshness
And as with new beginnings
The Musician became a husband

There inn grew as patrons from all around
Came to listen to the beauty of his music
And to taste Her sweet cooking

The seasons pass
And their love never wanes
Till one day
The Musician becomes a father

With Her hair
And his electric blue eyes
The sweet little babe
Came into this word loved

She laughed
She cried
She played
And was adored

By the turning of thirteen
She was cooking with mom
Playing lute with dad
And singing to bring tears
To the hearts of everyone

The world move
And events came to pass
War was once again
Upon the Musician beloved land

The Musician did not care
For he had left his warrior ways
Behind him as he had
Dropped armor, shield, and sword

But he could only escape for so long

One warm fall eve
The Musician came back from picking apple
To a burnt house

Without a care for himself
He searched for his beloved and child
He found then side by side
Cold as mid-winters bitter night
The Musician wept

He wept for his Beloved
He wept for his child
He wept for himself
And he wept for the enemy

For he knew
Blood was to be shed again
And so the Musician became
Death to his enemies

He became The Savage
Written by me....a long time ago
Probably the worst of the three parts, but
*shrug*?
Who knows, someone might like it
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