The archer, the mage, and the knight - by Merlin Rune
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
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