Dandelion’s Song

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 I’m a minstrel, the bard called Dandelion

And I sing fairly of beauty and of glory.

So let me sing for a man strong as a lion

And amaze you with the White Wolf’s story. 

He’s a Witcher, that’s his trade

And believe me when I say

You should never cross his blade

For then dead you he will lay. 

Geralt of Rivia is his name

And slaying monsters is his game.

Monsters, in looks or in their hearts,

He will divide their filthy parts 

And let them rot, unburied to decay.

But that being said I now must say

That if modest and honest you truly are,

If bright as a star, 

If pure as a child,

Then you must fear him not for though he’s wild,

He would never harm you and in the end

He would treat you as a true and humble friend. 

For it is a fact

That in his every act

He always remains a vivid spirit at its best.

He has never hesitated and never took a rest 

To aid his friends or me for instance,

Every time I needed his assistance

Against a Salamander, a poker player I won, a bewildered beast

Or even a husband with whose wife I had… some kind of a feast! 

He roams in places of horror where no man dares to walk

And he thrusts his blade in monsters’ skins, hard as a rock.

He never fears nor takes a step back

And it is not a matter of mere luck 

That he has survived and triumphed over so many beasts.

He’s strong with a sword, with magic or even his bare fists,

And trained in his profession by the best,

Old Vesemir, after who follow all the rest. 

Alas! In a world of trouble,

Where no fault gets double,

Where monsters seem to be innocent compared

To all the malice that humans always shared, 

Where rulers spread fear and death and agony to men,

Making them believe that their enemies are dwarfs and elves

Rather than their own envious and plotting selves,

Who, I sing this loud for you to listen clearly, who would then, 

Dare to fight against such a tyranny and deceit,

Who could pull us out of our muddy pit?

Wouldn’t the answer be ‘nobody’, if not for the strong,

Those who can see clearly through right and wrong, 

Those who can remain truly independent and not bow in front

Of any sorcerer, king or lunatic, who’s eager to murder us all?

So far, through all my travels and my acquaintances I never met

Another man capable and brave so much as being able to taunt

The rulers and the monsters and always stand fair and tall

As Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher - and on that, my lute I bet! 

Moreover I should sing of his skills in dice poker,

His fist fighting and his wit -though not a joker,

His amazing calm in front of ghouls and frighteners and mobs

And of course his extreme success in his womanizing jobs. 

For it is true,

Between me and you,

A lover, almost as famous and good as me, he is

(Though he cannot decide between Shani and Triss). 

He has fought many -a- battle

And he’s not the one to rattle,

Kaher Morhen is his place,

Full of scars his angled face 

And every scar is just another sign

Of his victories and triumphs that have past

And I am honored that he is a friend of mine

And a friend he will remain to the last. 

Now dear sirs and you fair ladies know about

The greatest warrior alive and I have no doubt

That you shall always remember my song

Whether your heart is pure or whether it is wrong. 

Dandelion is my name and I sing of beauty and glory

And I have sung to you about the White Wolf’s story! 

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by DNL

June ‘08