A Traveler’s Tale By Faelyn Rose On a night black as pitch and swirling with snow I was traveling far with miles to go Ahead in the distance in a valley below I spied a small tavern with windows aglow There was music and laughter and tankards of ale And a bard by the hearth who was singing her tale So I sat and I listened to the stories she told Of maidens so fair and brave knights of old My spirit grew merry as my thirst I did quench And I vowed to return to the Old Saucy Wench http://www.amazon.com/Eyes-Myrl-Kings...