The Tavern

Kinda random but still pretty cool

The warm light flooded the tavern

creating dazzling reflections of sloshing grog.

Maidens and daughters,

bustled about diving their way from table to table.

 

A group of small men.

Sit in the middle.

Laughing about and jostling around.

Joking and laughing wirh spittle.

 

And in the corner

An admiral sits.

Decked in his cold white armor.

Sprawled infront of him

lay a  worn map

to which he endlessly scruntled.

 

Here sits the king,

sloshingly drunk

laughing about and smiling.

Several men laugh

with bewilderied eyes

silently wondering

what the purple robed man

is even doing here

 

Oh look,in the corner

I've almost missed him,

crouched down so low

standsa black caped man

shining from head to toe

He stands so silently

and blends so well.

You might not even notice him.

Cept from the gleam of his sword

and the crook of smile

 

So the tavern will huffle

and bustle and fuss

after the night has grown old.

On when the sun does shine

over the ridge

the last man will stagger out

with grog in hand

and a bloody snout.

 

And out of the blue,a horse shall cry

flying through the night.

dashing towards the purple robed man

And he will cry

"oh king are you all right?"