A Traveler’s Tale From the quill of 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 Now Available Book Three amazon/Hunters-Book-Three-Kings-Tavia-ebook/dp/B00IEEHXC2 For all books by this author go to: Tales of Faelyn Rose faelynrose
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 17:49:44 +0000