The hustlers and the jivers are scalping fake tickets and promises of same...
The painted-face harlots and the rose-cheeked country lasses are powdering up...
Before a great oaken desk in an office behind a bell behind a cord behind a curtain behind a well-known bar in the entertainment district, a hulking shadow paces, old fears renewed...
Super Bard walks the winding streets of Castle Ubent...
Super Bard, confirmed dead now a year and more...
Returns... and walks the streets of the Citadel, flesh and blood...
And he sings....
I wanted to be a stage-singin' staaa-a-a-ar
And you were just a country waitress... in a baa-a-a-ar
And I knew if we had money, we could go... faar, a-aar
So I set out in search for that fortune and... fa-a-ame
Now I'm out here doin my best
But each night
as I lay me down to rest
Oh woman, I stii-ill
got lovin' you-ou
On myyy... mind
The music playa on, and the curtain rises, and the crowd in the People's Forum of the Free City of Ibladesh, many years in the future, stand and applaud as one...
