Sitting in a tavern hall,
pretty, old and tall,
sipping from a beer,
suddenly a cheer,

a lute started a singing,
slow, a sad theme playing
the bard, a gnome,
calls the stage his home,

He got the crowd addicted,
thieves I would have predicted,
but even them listening,
the melody, string by string.

The gnome intensified,
more accords varied,
the speed, it grew,
and before we even knew.

A dancer appeared,
and the crowd cheered.
Slim with black dark hair,
his eyes emeralds in a dragon’s lair.

Fluent like a liquid being,
a piece of beauty I was seeing.
Adjusted to the gnomes play,
still, he could not stay.

The melody got fine,
deep, like red wine,
the moves erotic,
the dancer exotic.

Like a djinn from the south,
with a smirk on his mouth,
he whirrled in circles fast,
this spectacle could forever last.

Everyone was in his ban,
everyone his biggest fan.
We clapped and cheered,
and the time disappeared.

The dance varied with the sound,
when a bagpipe was found.
Noone could stand still,
it escalated, the dancers will.

Every table, on the floor,
the tavern yalped for more.
Noone cared anymore,
hitted from music, in the core.

The star of the night had hooves,
showed us his perfect moves.
A minotaur dancer,
a perfect latino romancer.

Everyone moved this night,
until the call of first light.
The band „Two hooves short“,
thanks for your support.