Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done
While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from in the flames will grow
Till things we've never seen will seem familiar

Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm
Down inIn Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago
Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from by the looks of him
Who came through many fights, but who lost at in love

While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks
SuddenlyAnd suddenly flies open, open and a girl is standing there
Eyes alight, alight with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair
She takesTakes her fan and throws it, in it to the lion's den

Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance
The sailorSoldier gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise
Strategy was his strength, strength and not disaster

The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him
That's how it stands today. You today, you decide if he was wise
The story teller makes no choice. Soon choice, soon you will not hear his voice
His job is to shed light, light and not to master, not to master

Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold
In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold