Seven Rings
| Lorelei Skye |
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Seven rings upon a silver chain A feather given during Pennsic rain Six from you touched by the words I sing One from fealty to Calon king Two awards from Middle Kingdom grand Last the chain itself from stranger's hand You give me your smiles, your laughter, your tears throw coin in my hat in reward of a song The same small exchange follows year upon years But the reward I love most- when I first was called bard Into my hat has fallen many fine curious things booze, beads, and baubles; fruit, water, and chains Into my hand several have given me rings But the reward I love most- is when I've passed these thing on Two chains dropped silently in drawstring white bags With earrings, now some years ago I wear what remains around them for luck, in gratitude, and thanks For the reward I love most- is the reminder of those who have stood by my side as I've walked down this road Seven rings upon a silver chain A feather given during Pennsic rain Six from you touched by the words I sing One from fealty to Calon king Two awards from Middle Kingdom grand Last the chain itself from stranger's hand |
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