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Autumn Blues | Funny Fantasy Bard Song of Heroes Too Sad for Quests in the Tavern
The tavern is full, but no quests are taken. Heroes sit with their mugs, making excuses...
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The tavern’s full, yet silence reigns,
No laughter loud, no bold refrains.
The bard begins, his voice is low,
A song of autumn’s weary glow.
The tables groan with mugs of ale,
But heroes’ faces pale and frail.
The warlord sighs, the rogue looks down,
No cheer remains in all the town.
One knight declared, “I cannot fight,
My head pounds hard from dawn to night.
A quest today I shall refuse,
For headaches bring the autumn blues.”
Another groaned with belly tight,
“My stomach twists, it’s not alright.
I ate bad stew, I’ve paid my dues,
No quest for me in autumn blues.”
A ranger spoke, his voice so thin,
“Depression chills my bones within.
The wind is sharp, the skies confuse,
I have no strength through autumn blues.”
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
The bards now sing of falling leaves,
Of branches bare, of autumn’s grieves.
Their songs of rain and skies of gray,
Drive any hope of quests away.
They sing of swords that rust with tears,
Of armor dulled by gloomy years.
Of shields that crack, of lances bent,
Of weary hearts and will long spent.
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
The barbarian stares into his beer,
Watching foam fade, slow and clear.
His battle cry is lost, subdued,
His spirit drowned in autumn’s mood.
The wizard growls, “My scrolls are wet,
The ink runs down, the words forget.
No spell can cast, the lines confuse,
They bleed away in autumn blues.”
The ranger adds, “The forest speaks,
Each leaf betrays, the branches creak.
No beast to hunt, they hear the clues,
And vanish deep in autumn blues.”
The bard himself sings songs of rain,
Of cloaks soaked through, of endless pain.
Each chorus hums, the crowd bemused,
All harmonize with autumn blues.
One dwarf stood up, his axe in hand,
“I’ll quest alone, I’ll save the land!”
But stepping out, the rain did fall,
His cloak dripped wet, he cursed it all.
He slipped in mud, his pride undone,
He stumbled back, no quest begun.
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
“My sword is rusted,” growled the knight,
“It needs a polish, not a fight.”
The cleric moaned, “My horse won’t go,
It sulks and stomps in autumn’s woe.”
Another said, “My pot’s on flame,
At home it waits, it calls my name.
I must return, no quest today,
Autumn pulls my feet away.”
The rogue just smirked, “My mother warns,
No battles fought when autumn mourns.
The falling leaves, the shifting skies,
Are omens grim with sad disguise.”
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
The rain beat loud on tavern roof,
Its rhythm slow, a solemn proof.
The windows fogged, the lanterns swayed,
While heroes drank and spirits strayed.
One stared outside at skies so pale,
He whispered soft, “The sun has failed.
It left us here, no light to use,
And all that’s left is autumn blues.”
The bards then tried a jolly tune,
To chase away the autumn gloom.
But even joy turned low and frail,
The chorus drowned in weary wail.
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
So none went out to quest or fight,
No beast was slain, no wrong made right.
They raised their mugs with tired eyes,
And let the autumn claim its prize.
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Today no quests, no path, no rest,
We’ll wait for spring to do our best.
Remember well this tavern tale,
Of heroes strong, but spirits frail.
When autumn falls with chilling news,
Even legends face the blues.
#AutumnBlues #BardSong #FantasyMusic #FunnyBallad #CelticFolk #MedievalTavern #DnD #Ethernia #FantasyComedy #Bards
Видео Autumn Blues | Funny Fantasy Bard Song of Heroes Too Sad for Quests in the Tavern канала Bards of Ethernia
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🎶🎶🎶
The tavern’s full, yet silence reigns,
No laughter loud, no bold refrains.
The bard begins, his voice is low,
A song of autumn’s weary glow.
The tables groan with mugs of ale,
But heroes’ faces pale and frail.
The warlord sighs, the rogue looks down,
No cheer remains in all the town.
One knight declared, “I cannot fight,
My head pounds hard from dawn to night.
A quest today I shall refuse,
For headaches bring the autumn blues.”
Another groaned with belly tight,
“My stomach twists, it’s not alright.
I ate bad stew, I’ve paid my dues,
No quest for me in autumn blues.”
A ranger spoke, his voice so thin,
“Depression chills my bones within.
The wind is sharp, the skies confuse,
I have no strength through autumn blues.”
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
The bards now sing of falling leaves,
Of branches bare, of autumn’s grieves.
Their songs of rain and skies of gray,
Drive any hope of quests away.
They sing of swords that rust with tears,
Of armor dulled by gloomy years.
Of shields that crack, of lances bent,
Of weary hearts and will long spent.
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
The barbarian stares into his beer,
Watching foam fade, slow and clear.
His battle cry is lost, subdued,
His spirit drowned in autumn’s mood.
The wizard growls, “My scrolls are wet,
The ink runs down, the words forget.
No spell can cast, the lines confuse,
They bleed away in autumn blues.”
The ranger adds, “The forest speaks,
Each leaf betrays, the branches creak.
No beast to hunt, they hear the clues,
And vanish deep in autumn blues.”
The bard himself sings songs of rain,
Of cloaks soaked through, of endless pain.
Each chorus hums, the crowd bemused,
All harmonize with autumn blues.
One dwarf stood up, his axe in hand,
“I’ll quest alone, I’ll save the land!”
But stepping out, the rain did fall,
His cloak dripped wet, he cursed it all.
He slipped in mud, his pride undone,
He stumbled back, no quest begun.
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
“My sword is rusted,” growled the knight,
“It needs a polish, not a fight.”
The cleric moaned, “My horse won’t go,
It sulks and stomps in autumn’s woe.”
Another said, “My pot’s on flame,
At home it waits, it calls my name.
I must return, no quest today,
Autumn pulls my feet away.”
The rogue just smirked, “My mother warns,
No battles fought when autumn mourns.
The falling leaves, the shifting skies,
Are omens grim with sad disguise.”
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
The rain beat loud on tavern roof,
Its rhythm slow, a solemn proof.
The windows fogged, the lanterns swayed,
While heroes drank and spirits strayed.
One stared outside at skies so pale,
He whispered soft, “The sun has failed.
It left us here, no light to use,
And all that’s left is autumn blues.”
The bards then tried a jolly tune,
To chase away the autumn gloom.
But even joy turned low and frail,
The chorus drowned in weary wail.
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Quests can wait, the day is gray,
Autumn takes our will away.
So none went out to quest or fight,
No beast was slain, no wrong made right.
They raised their mugs with tired eyes,
And let the autumn claim its prize.
Autumn blues, autumn blues,
Heroes lost, nothing to choose.
Today no quests, no path, no rest,
We’ll wait for spring to do our best.
Remember well this tavern tale,
Of heroes strong, but spirits frail.
When autumn falls with chilling news,
Even legends face the blues.
#AutumnBlues #BardSong #FantasyMusic #FunnyBallad #CelticFolk #MedievalTavern #DnD #Ethernia #FantasyComedy #Bards
Видео Autumn Blues | Funny Fantasy Bard Song of Heroes Too Sad for Quests in the Tavern канала Bards of Ethernia
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