Battle Bard

A cycle of poems «Anamnesis morbi»

In the annals of time, where legends unfold,
A bard with a blade, a story to be told.
With a sword in one hand, a lute in the other,
He fought and he sang, a warrior and a brother.

The Battle Bard, a voice amidst the fray,
His melodies soaring, chasing fear away.
He sang of courage and valor, of hope in the darkest night,
Igniting the hearts of warriors with his lyrical might.

On the battlefield, where carnage raged,
His songs brought solace, a healing balm for the enraged.
With every strum, he conjured a defiant tune,
Rallying the weary, dispelling all the gloom.

The Battle Bard, a voice amidst the fray,
His melodies soaring, chasing fear away.
He sang of courage and valor, of hope in the darkest night,
Igniting the hearts of warriors with his lyrical might.

His words were sharp as arrows, hitting their mark,
Inspiring the brave, sending the weak into the dark.
A warrior with a pen, a poet with a sword,
He wove his tales, etching himself in every chord.

When the smoke cleared and the battle was won,
He sang of victory, of the glory they had spun.
His songs became anthems, passed down through time,
Honoring the fallen, inspiring the sublime.

The Battle Bard, a voice amidst the fray,
His melodies soaring, chasing fear away.
He sang of courage and valor, of hope in the darkest night,
Igniting the hearts of warriors with his lyrical might.

In the tapestry of history, his legacy remains,
The Battle Bard, whose songs still ignite the flames.
For in the echoes of his voice, we find our might,
A warrior with a lute, a legend burning bright.