Poem: An Inn’s Scene

In the tavern dark,
The music plays,
For the patrons of the inn.
Food and beer,
Flow to the payers,
Of the candles and coins.
They sleep in beds,
With strangers.
Gossip flows between,
Spreading news of
Places not yet seen,
Or rarely visited.
Private sleeping quarters,
A noble’s luxury,
In the realm,
Of travelers and pilgrims,
From the peasantry class.
Pay the keeper your tab,
And gather your sword,
For the world,
Beyond the village gates.

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