Opening the Locks

 

I grabbed the three keys from the wizard’s sash
The locks in her hair opened with a flash
The minstrel’s mandolins picked up their part
So much so we began singing to start

The confusion caught many unaware
Leaving the groom to check his underwear
Smiles and the red glow of our faces
Slowed subjects down dancing through the paces

The wizard’s sash with keys could not be found
Searching for the princess we hear a sound
Wolf’s of great size could only make that howl
Echoing off cliffs no mistake it’s a growl

The wizard seemed anxious with a secret
He needed to share, silver locks are magic
To keep the princess from tasting first blood
That will cause her to start a bloody flood

We turned and joyfully played together
Moon set now to hide from the bellwethers
Next is the full moon and we’ll take what’s needed
Unfortunate the wizard should have heeded
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/09

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