Author's notes: It is my belief that no fantasy writer can be called such unless they write a ballad. So here is mine.

The Heroic Ballad of Romance

The songs of Mares Nuvesbane
Were meant but for to sing,
The wondrous tales of Breon Bent,
May claim him as a king,
But when the two at last crossed paths,
One day in early spring,
The bards they cried for battle fare
Instead they got a fling.

The bards they knew right then and there
'Twas time to find fresh prey.
The heroes nevermore could be
The heroes of their lays.
Romancers swarmed in on the scene,
Their fiddles for to play.
But battle bards retreated meek
And quietly stole away.

The songs they sing of Mares now
Tell of her beauty fair.
The wondrous tales of Breon Bent
Now speak of his great flair.
The news spreads quick, and as it grows,
Their love we take great care.
Gossipers from far away
Now have some news to share.