Terrapin: Lady With a Fan
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    Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme
  suggesting rhythm that will not forsake me
  til my tale is told and done
    While the firelight's aglow
  strange shadows from the flames will grow
  til things we've never seen will seem familiar
    Shadows of the sailor forming
  winds both foul and fair all swarm
  down in Carlisle he loved a lady many years ago
    Here beside him stands a man
  a soldier from the looks of him
  who came through many fights but lost at love
    While the storyteller speaks
  a door within the fire creaks
  suddenly flies open and a girl is standing there
    Eyes alight with glowing hair
  all that fancy paints as fair
  she takes her fan and throws it in the lion's den
    Which of you to gain me, tell
  will risk uncertain pains of hell
  I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance
    The sailor gave at least a try
  the soldier being much too wise
  strategy was his strength and not disaster
    The sailor coming out again
  the lady fairly lept at him
  that's how it stands today
  you decide if he was wise
    The storyteller makes no choice
  soon you will not hear his voice
  his job is to shed light
  and not to master
    Since the end is never told
  we pay the teller off in gold
  in hopes he will come back
  but he can not be bought or sold