Jaquenetta
Most people put their life in tale
But I, I've chose a verse.
Bear with the cracking in my voice,
For I was musically cursed.
I grew up in the forests green,
My family rather poor.
A two room hut we built upon,
The mossy forest floor.
I spent many a year there,
My entire childhood,
Not much I remember of the years,
Perhaps thats somewhat good.
My father was a vicious man, that much I do recall.
My mother died when I was young, she I didn't know at all.
I had no other sibilings, no one else around,
And soon it became tiring, my restlessness hit the ground.
I do however recall clear,
The time I left the hut,
And ventured off for new life,
And Crossings is where I stopped.
I tried many of guilds you see,
Empath, Bard, Moonology,
But none of them truly suited me,
None could strike my fancy.
And so I stumbled into a building rather tall,
I was mesmerized by the noises,
Watching the market rise and fall,
And watching the dressed up boys.
A trader I was, and who I became,
By personality, faith and trade.
Selling commods, buying stock, I found it rather fun,
And now and then I'd stoop to scoop up the yak dung.
But soon of this I grew weary,
And traced another path,
I decided I had done it all,
And it was time that I gave back.
I spent the nights in questioning,
With folk rather young.
I taught them how to bend properly,
To clean up the yak dung.
I showed them how to catch a sale,
And how to professionaly flirt,
And how to shake their boots real good,
To remove the pent up dirt.
And in the time I did this, to a Mansion I did wander,
I watched the people there, meander and squander,
The little ones I didn't meet, to these folk did go,
And help to them was delivered, absolutly professional.
And this is when I decided, to enter this Society,
To do like I had seen done, right in front of me.
To give to the community, to lend a helping hand,
To be a persons mentor, but most of all their friend. |