The Narrator

Oh, look who has come!
to tell the tales they hid the best
wonderful, wonderful tales to tell the rest

Folks, gentle folks, curious souls
Listen here ye merry dolls
A man, a man lives in chivalry
for his dear, dear maiden, you see
though her eyes went looking for another
though to her he is but just the other
and the truth, oh how it hurts
that he is just a mere creation
But he remained the fool, didn’t he?
For his dear lady love, the maiden you see

This maiden, as fair as twisted she is
why the powers she holds, woe there is
she’s holding the scripts, they’re reading out the lines
never in such control has one ever be
call me a liar, a bluff if you may
it’s sweeter and by the end of the day
you’ll know I’m right, that you were wrong

Now here came I
Such a beauty yon
that your eyes ever feasted on
the voice of tales, to tell the tales
the tales she wrote, Milady dear
written to tell, yes, the rest of ye

Brewed her words carefully she did
threw the little spices, bit by bit
a little personality the mixture was
but as she grew, it grew along
careful, careful, careful now
thanks to her, we came to be
who knows next, what else’s to b