The archer, the
mage, and the knight
Long
ago in a time long passed,
When the world was ripe and
young,
Adventurers three traveled the world vast,
So now this
song is sung
The
first one was a valiant knight,
Whose heart was pure as
gold
Before him, enemies would take flight
Because his face was
bold
Then
second came the archer quick
Whose hair was golden blonde
He'd
kill his enemies with but a stick
Of him the ladies were fond
Last,
not least, came the mage
His silver beard flowing long
Twice as
smart as any sage
But not exactly strong
They
travelled far over land
And under forests old
Across beaches in
the sand
And in many mountains cold
I
wish more of this could be said
But the tale is no longer mine
And
as much as I do dread,
The story is now thine