How many years has passed, days and men, under your belt Briannon? Do you know their names or they are forgotten blur of your drunken mind in past?
The Deceiver, you were so young, and spoiled with sweet words to your ear.
The Bard, his hands knew to pull the right string of your heart.
The Brigand, wild heart, giving you so much pain and pleasure.
The Northerner how flickering he was, betrayer of your battered heart.
The Lumberjack, tender heart, lost and taken, then he was again gone.
The Jester, how he called you water sprite then gone to follow wildest roads.
The Vagabond, enchanter from far south, with song in his feet and lust for wander in his heart.
Perhaps, story is done, Briannon.
((Some conceptual musings :P))
