When evening falls the brave retire.
Beside a warm and inviting fire.
Wounded weary, needing a rest
Before continuing upon their quest
The hum of the bard strumming his lyre
And whispering shadows dance long and near
the brave fighter sharpens his heavy blade
And the wizard hums as she preps her mystic trade
Late is the night the owl sends its haunting cry
What else lurks in the dark nearby?
The fire dims long into the night
As the bold band sleep without a care in sight
And as the morrow brings danger and thrill anew
The companions will see each and every one safe and through
For when evening falls and the brave retire
there will always be those to see that warm inviting fire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Ryan. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thanks