Rhyme or ReasonIn many places there is little rhyme or reason,Rhyme or Reason by Dracawyn
But in Oudrijm that would be considered treason.
For law said all speech there was a rhyming poem,
but the laws, poor Jubal Silver, did not know em.
He had come to this land as a starving artist,
and as poets go he thought himself smartest.
But he never used rhyme to embellish his words,
and saw no reason to follow the herds.
The merry man cared not a whit,
until one bright day a damsel he met.
Good day, sir, she beamed as the bright sunlight streamed.
The garden was cloudless where she sat in her prowess.
Not a word Jubal uttered
as her eyelashes fluttered.
Never such beauty had he before seen,
in hair so jet black and grace so serene.
When finally his senses did regain
he ever so quickly named his name.
Jubal Silver, she repeated, somewhat dismayed,
do you come from Gilber? A place she had, in her mind, just made.
What? No. Theres no such place, he said in confusion,