Legend And The Lore

Forgotten and concealed

Are the tales of old.

Yet the spirits of the field

I do behold.

A mist-like shape reveals

The fiddler in his prime,

It's an act through the time.

Under the starlit sky

Shadows come alive.

Chapters of laughter and a sigh,

They do revive.

The mist-like shape entwines

The legend and the lore

Into a conviction unsure.