A wisp of song

unable to be heared by mankinds ears to be completely understood

creeping and floating like fog

covering everything like gentle mist

with a light and cheerful atmosphere

Beware of it!

For everyone who was brave, stupid, noesy or drunk enaugh

to follow its luring tune

never was heared of again

Tough some may say on a rainy day when stories are told

you might be lucky enaugh to hear a tale about a man who ventured into the mist

and returned donned with elegant clothing the like none had ever seen before

carrying a lute crafted from an unknown wood

able to produce the most delicate melodies ever heared

and able to tell the most unbelievable storys you would only hear from farie tales

whilest rightfully claming them to be true

When you have lived in this area for a while you might already have heared of those storys

the tales of Thule Tamburlin

the wandering bard who played for kettlers,

strook the chords for gipsys,

danced with rivers,

entranced elves, bewitched trools and faries,

entertained dragons and kings alike

and who ventured into the mist

though the last one is only widly known around in these parts

of this soggy mess we call our kingdom

maby if your lucky you will stumble across a story teller

with an exeptional memory

who had too much time on his hands and decided to come to this desolate place

who is now able to tell this story in other parts of this world

Well now tell me

how come your feet brought you here?

Other than the dripping of rain that never ends

ther is'nt really something down here

So you say you came to see the elves?

Wahaha!

I have never heared a better joke in the last twenty or so yeares!

Elves? Here?

Go look in the west deep inside the endless woods

or at the shores of the gentle jet treacherous seas

there you will find their dwellings

Not here

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Good

He left

that was already the twelfthished

What do all these humans want here searching for elves?

Have I spread my storys too carelessly?

Have I been too sincere with my descriptions?

No matter what

now it has become my duty to guard the secret and hidden dwellings deep in the mist

Oh how I still remember the young and silly me back in the day

throwing around my storys

showing off

'Oh come come listen to the great tales

of Thule Tamburlin

storys you have never even dreamed of

come come'

And so I will continue to sit here

and wait for all time to come showing people off to the wrong paths

like a wicked siren

luring them with my songs

so that none may find

what lies beyond

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- 03.05.2019

(The lack of full stops, exclamation marks and the like in some places is intended)