Barmaid’s Sonata

I am a bastard son
Born from an act of lust
Into a life plainly unjust
Not into a world of fun
Life unfair before its begun
The final act, the final thrust
Enough to make the barmaid cuss
Growing up the others shun
A willful boy full of grace
Standing proud and tall
A bastard who knows not his place
In this world at all
Unashamed to show his face
In his mother’s hall.