Wandering Minstrel

The wandering minstrel walked straight into town.
The townspeople gathered and settled right down.
"I will sing you a song" he announced merrily,
The audience cheered as perched by a tree.
"it's a story of love, of pride and compassion'
But it's written in rhyme, as that is the fashion"
The audience leaned in to hear every word,
The silence was perfect and everyone heard,
A story so wondrous, and full of great hope
They listened intently,
And all struggled to cope.
"it's a story with heroes so pure and so brave,
There's also fair maidens for heroes to save"
"the villains are evil, cold and oppressive,
They fight with the goodies and get all aggressive".
"the lovers are passionate, longing for more,
Their hearts are all broken and left on the floor"
"they rise up like eagles, escaping the past,
And find a true soulmate and hope it will last"
"sorrow, great loss and redemption comes later,
But heroes are always let down by a traitor"

The minstrel stood up as he finished his tale,
The audience frowned and all started to wail.
"what is the name of this story of strife?"
The minstrel just whispered one word - "life".