The Lord of Bards

There is a Lord whom I have met.
Whose words are like honey in a net.
Tempting and enthralling His voice so sweet.
Powerful and cunning down to His feet.

This Lord of Bards you should know,
Is a lover of the arts, craft and show.
If it pleases Him you are blessed,
He applauds those who do their best.

Fancy words matter little,
But take care not to spittle.
Showy clothes are a bore,
A good show He does adore.

A wonderful Lord is He.
Blessed with a wonderful place to be.
For if one is blessed to go there,
A poem or story your asked to share.

Nervous at first but thats alright.
Blinded by His holy light.
Fumble the words out twist your tongue.
Try again till your hat is wrung.

Finally free the words do spill,
Till the end your lips are still.
Waiting for His smile to break,
His face to still your stomach quake.

Now it reaches to His eyes,
You feel your worth as the quaking dies.
Congrats to you for pleasing Him.
Now pray He lets you come again.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Daedalan, in the year 626 AF.