*The Playful Bard*
Is blaming blessed,
By breaking down,
Do you, Narrator, blame the babes,
For what has happened round them?
Is this your view?
Do you fall low?
They are only to blame,
For choices they made alone,
The magic they could not tame,
But willingness remained their own.
Seeking a place on Earth,
What was found was so much less,
Underground to dwell in dearth,
To be eternally unblessed.