Source: NEW ERA
I am at a loss for words. I can never understand how it can be so easy for me to see, for it is right there, in front of you, in your face.
OH, if I were only a Knight, a Paladin, This man would be my Bard…. WHAT’S THAT???? OH NO, My Friend, for I already have My Merlin, whose words can be your worst nightmare, or the Bar Maid, or so you think; when this Bard sings or expounds his poetry, they will make a movie one day of 3, not 300.
I fail to see how the love of one’s own self can overshadow the reality of what is happening to so many, and the one’s that suffer the most are the Elders and the Children.