The Bear
Once upon a time, a brave knight set upon a quest to win the heart of his true love. He climbed aboard the valiant green steed Mercury Villager and rode from the fair kingdom of Sheridan toward the faraway southern desert
Long, lonely nights, hot tiring days he pursued his quarry, never once forgetting his promise to lady Marie: “I will bring you a bear, a most fearsome and elusive creature, the likes of which no legend can tell.”
Be at peace, dear lady. I am that bear.
He did not best me by force of strength
Not by weight of wisdom or will
Not by wit am I persuaded
He used a weapon so cunning, I was powerless to resist. On his back he carries a guitar, in appearance similar to any other.
The knight, it seems, once carried a broken heart.
As he wandered the desert of Los Angeles, he came upon a wise one who told him of the deep magic. “If you would heal your heart, it must be given to someone who needs it more than you.”
“But I love only one,” he said. “How can I give my heart to anyone else?”
Here the knight’s cunning is best revealed. He took his heart, still beating, from his chest and placed it inside his guitar.
“For,” said he, “a love so big must needs be shared with everyone. And since I cannot give it to the one I love, it will be my gift to all the world.”
I bring you tidings of the dark knight. He travels the world, spreading love and peace to all, wielding his guitar with skill and grace and fierce determination.
Peace be with you, dear lady of the Ronde.
