We’re companions on a journey, breaking
heads and clubbing demons, riding lathered
horses, outrunning winged dragons breathing
fire, guzzling mead and bread, butter-slathered.
We’re companions on a quest; By request
we save kingdoms, topple armies, spread good cheer.
Please don’t jeer. We go by the king’s behest
to fabled lands cold, against hordes with no beer.
What’s our reward? Not a wench, not a bench,
no place to lay our tired heads, but the laughs
and the stories ’bout the men we fell wrench
laughs from the wizard gripping his staff.
Adventures are never done; so we run;
we journey far and wide, and we have fun.
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I took the photo at the NY Renaissance Fair this past summer.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Companionable.”