Village bard

You will succeed
At the stroke of the night
When the children are asleep
And the widows start to weep

You will remain strong,
Resilient to the wind,
The Piper is on his song,
And against his words you're pinned.

But do not quiver,
Do not shudder,
Your resolve,
Is your only strength.

So you fight hard,
You show your strength.
You're the village bard,
You fight till the nth.