The Scene...enter a Knight-errant to the Risen Phoenix, shortly after a performance has concluded:
DM Spartacus wrote: ↑
Wed Jul 03, 2019 5:00 am
......At the Risen Phoenix
There were Knights and wizards, a poet too. One of the Guests remarked that the play written long ago hid within it a secret riddle....
Henryk Urde: *looks around at the...odd crowd*
Lora: It was good was it not?
Henryk Urde: What was good, my lady? *he pulls back his hood*
Lora: Well...both I suppose ..cheers!
Henryk Urde: Would you care to describe both, to me? I seem to have...been unattentive.
Lora: Ruins red this delicious wine, I got one free earlier put on by Clarity cellars wonderful and Bellinghams play of course, very dark and surreal but with a twist of enchanting and everlasting love cleverly wrapped within wonderful. Hmm, cheers *drinks*
Henryk Urde: Ah, I see. Tis rare that a bard takes to perform, these days...it would seem more pressing matters of Life and Death, hold the sway and distract the Arts. *he looks to the stage*
Lora: Pressing matters?
Henryk Urde: But it is good to know, that such an Inn, here, provides the aspect of reflection, that can be found in a great performance. Yes, pressing matters…things most common people have little to say or do about, I'm afraid to say.
Lora: Well you missed a great escape from what was it pressing matters, what we had was pages of promise hmm eh see what I did there…art reflecting life perhaps pressing matters what was that?
Henryk Urde: Well, yes. The greatest of art can show us the true nature of Life itself, in the reflection, though and on the Work of Art.
Lora: Oh, but you are an artist too excellent!
Henryk Urde: I am not, my lady. I am a crusader in the name of Justice and Righteousness. However...I do write poetry, to comfort my soul.
Lora: Oh, dont ever give that up! We need more poets!
Henryk Urde: Yes, I believe we do, as well.
Lora: Bellingham could have given you a spot in his play perhaps shame, this wine is really rather rude you know.
Henryk Urde: If it would please you, my lady, may recite a favorite of mine...to delight you, and all around, in this one moment.
Lora: well of course
Henryk Urde: *he takes a better position in the tavern, then takes a calming breath, before he begins*
Love rules all things
Sways the heart strings
Solitary love sings.
Love than honey sweeter, makes the sour more bitter.
Blind love, scorns modesty
Ice cold, burning, tepid turning.
Love is fearful, daring, a faithful faithless thing.
Now is the perfect time, Love sings its love rhyme
Now the all the birds chime.
Love rules young men, Love seizes girls again.
Age depart! You've no place here. Off with you
Off with you! My dear,
Theoclea...my darling, I revere.
You pest, Age, disappear.
Whether hot or cold, none desire the old!
Nodding grief untold, by nature growing cold.
Now your tale is told.
Gods guarding youth's delight, health glowing bright
How I love your light, yours is the right.
Nothing better, to my sight.
Henryk Urde: *he finishes, and gives a small bow*
Barmaid Miriam: Hope you are a good Cruasader…
Lora: simply delightful…yes art is...art in all it's forms. You are to be commended in taking this to the dangerous places of the world. If you ever give up pressing matters - then i am sure you have another career waiting
Henryk Urde: Strong words can carry a Man far into Battle, and raise Courage to unknown heights. Such is why I carry poetry in my memory, to give me better focus, during the Time of Crusade.
Lora: Oh thats sounds a dangerous life.
Henryk Urde: It is both a Life, and a Cause.