The Ballad of the First Son [Lorepost]

Ahem. Excuse me! Your guest is called Acra the White-Gold Bard, here to perform for those who would listen an original composition of hers: a story of triumph and loss, love and despair, friendship and farewells. I call it

**The Ballad of the First Son**

*O gather ’round, ye gents so sworn*

*I have a mind to sing*

*This poem is of remembrance born*

*Of love lost wondering*

*’What should I do, o how to live’*

*’So I should never die’*

*Woe! at the end of mastery*

*A smiling corpse would lie.*

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*A tale of virtue, bright and warm*

*It came upon the Earth*

*And cradled by his mother’s arm*

*This miracle at birth*

*A boy so pure, he grew to be*

*A lover of his world*

*Of everything his eyes could see*

*Their love he in turn earned.*

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*He, learning all he could with haste*

*Both toil and wisdom knew*

*Not without fault, yet always chaste*

*He kindness to him drew*

*Yet chosen by the ones above*

*The meaning of his fate*

*He soon happened upon someone*

*Whose heart he would invade.*

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*Many things the Mage taught him*

*This Monkey who could talk*

*The boy he took under his wing*

*The path of heroes walked*

*If all the Hero did to ward*

*All those along his way*

*Was counted here, on my accord*

*We’d be here for all day.*

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*For all of this, through cloud and hail*

*Through sunshine, icy rain*

*The Monkey Mage stood by his side*

*And guiding him, remained*

*For years and years they walked together*

*Friends and family*

*Never once wondering, whether*

*These times would cease to be.*

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*Over mountain, through the storm*

*And forests without light*

*Their company, now taken form*