Bard, Lunatic and Lover

I tell a tale,

of a bard, a lunatic and a lover...

They were good friends -

spent their evenings in laughter,

shared the ale to keep their sanity in line,

cried in another's shoes,

made merry in singing their woes -

until one day, that day of epiphany.

The world labelled them all the same -

'mumbling and rambling imbeciles' were they named

and it is why we have the three friends become one,

a bard, a lunatic and a lover are the same,

and this was a tale I had to tell,

my tale...