Keeper of his ancestor's ancient lore, and grand teller of the tale,
A respected elder of the village, time has made him weak and frail.
His body has now deserted him, but his mind is still very strong,
With a memory quite remarkable, he tells stories short and long.
The villagers gather in the town center, around a great bonfire,
And listen intently to his skaldic tales, of which they never tire.
As the fire sparks and crackles, they hang on his every word,
And react to every sentence, as if it was the first they ever heard.
As the moon crosses the sky, and marks the time now passed,
The villagers hope the gifted Skald, will not make this one his last.
A serving maiden makes her rounds, she fills their horns high with ale,
And everyone cheers the silver tongued Skald, as he begins another tale.
- Glenn Bergen ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.