The Bard

Weave me like the sun beams,

touch your hair and skin.

Give me all you want,

and I will bring the truth.

The messenger within me

has to play the lute.

A tune thats everelasting,

Attune me to your too!

Forgive me if I sinned,

I did not mean no harm for you.

The gates are open,

once again,

I am coming back to you!

The Bard I am,

The Messenger.

The one who has to Play.

The one who has to make some noise

To make my Mark be felt.

I am now the Shapeshifter,

Shifting through your dreams,

and if you do forget me

I Will make you See.

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