ANST - Othar's Charge

Scott Fridenberg scottf at okom.net
Sun May 3 20:38:44 PDT 1998


Greetings everyone.
    Here is a poem I wrote this weekend.  I hope you like it.

                       Othar's Charge

The call went out for fighting men, The wariors of the star.
To battlr bold Trimaris the came from near and far.
They gave their hearts, They gave their blood, They gave their very best.
The challange it was great but they were equal to the test.
The Warriors of Ansteorra are heros brave and bold.
Many hero's deeds were done that day.  Too many to be told.

It was a long day of hard fighting, one battle yet remained.
One challange to be conqured if victory would be gained.
Deep in the wood three banners stood.
Two must be held to win the fight.
The day was long, the warriors weary, but their heArts were strong and 
spirits light.
The numbers were against them by at least two score or more.
But their courage was undaunted.  They'd beat these odds before.
Each Kingdom was detirmined to hold it's banner at all cost.
It was the banner in the middle where the battle would be won or lost.
The battle was long and weariness took a heavy toll.
The time was quickly comming when they must move to seize the goal.
Trimaris held the center banner.  Victory was in their grasp.
A wall of wariors stood to guard it.  A Wall they knew we could not pass.
Ansteorra gathered at it's banner.  Weariness on every face.
They saw the great host of Trimaris.  They saw the wall they had to face.
Then Othar spoke unto the host, "listen to me one and all."
"Listen to me while I tell you how we're going to break that wall!"
He spoke of charges he had made, of Shield-Walls shattered they were told.
He spoke and told how Ansteorra broke the walls in days of old.
He spoke and taught And planned that charge till every warrior knew their 
part.
He spoke of Ansteorras glories till a Lion roared in every heart.
The time had come to end that battle.  One last charge to sieze the day!
Every heart fixed on the banner, less than a hundred feet away.  
They hit that wall with a Lion's Spirit!  Ricardo! was their battle cry!
Every warrior was of one heart, to win the banner or fall and die.
The foemen could not face their fury and fell beneth their fierce 
onslaught.
And Ansteorra Siezed that Banner, the prize for which they all had fought!
But victory had come too soon.  Trimaris' host was strong and large.
Before the battle cry was ended, there was time for one Trimaran charge.
Fighting fircely our heros fell.  But many foemen led their way.
And no Trimaran will ever forget the foe he faced upon that day.


Robert Fitzmorgan
Barony of Northkeep

Trumpets and tabors, pennons and ensigns, banners and horses white and 
black.  These we shall soon see, and life will be good!  
Bertran de Born  12th C.

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