He walks amongst pilots, like the darkest of crows,
There in the corner, sits the King Of Prose,
The mightiest tale-teller, in space's backyard,
This is the story, of Velornax; The Bard.

It was one day, in the market hub's heat,
That the young newb Velor, found his poetic feet.
As a beggar he spoke, in need of 10mil,
Till' a Knight known as Zbidelj, granted the Bard's will.

And so Velor started, with keys he did write,
A glorious ballad, for that fair knight.

Until one day later, he realised this game,
When he was payed money, to write of Hincklmen's fame.

And from there he travelled, on his ship of words,
The Bard's Tale set-sail, the most gracious of birds.