[Bards] Per Duke Jonathon's Request (long)
Brian & Pam Martin
twinoak at cox-internet.com
Thu Jun 19 20:55:57 PDT 2003
A few days ago Duke Jonathon asked the bards of Ansteorra to write and
perform praise pieces recording the deeds of the heroes of Ansteorra. While
this piece isn't new, I thought that I would go ahead and post it here out
of respect of His Grace's request. This poem was inspired by Aaron and
Britta, and their deeds as Crown during Gulf War XI.
The Lay of Aaron and Britta:
Loud it came, a clap of thunder,
Mjolnir warned of coming battle
To the East, Trimaris gathered,
Taking war into the southlands.
Now Meriedies needed shield friends
Fierce bred warriors never yielding
Counting on our high born king,
She called on her western neighbor
Aaron, proud prince, ring giver,
Called his proven war band.
Bright Britta, battle queen,
Banner furled for her travel -
Together they rode the sea steed
To strive against Trimaris.
Heroes heeded the call,
Left their horns at the mead bench
To grip sturdy steel and take
The swan road to the battle.
Curling ships cut a path
To cross the foaming sea
To Meridies, there to test
Their skill against Trimaris,
That fierce foe kinged by Odo -
Ring holder of the sea's flood.
In steep ravine stood the foe -
Held the center against our line.
There they stood that bright blue army
Holding fast our king's banner.
Into the center strode King Aaron
Seeking glory in the fighting
Where the battle burns the brightest
Hungry axes bite most deeply.
There stood Aaron, hearty head man
Standing hard against the foe!
Slashing spears sought our king there,
Struck him hard behind his shield.
Firmly held his mighty mail coat,
Made from finest smithy's crafting.
On our king kept the fighting
Bringing glory to His kingdom!
Then against our far right flank
Came the fighters of the Eastrealm.
On they came, their bright swords beating -
Back our shield wall fell to their rush
Then did Britta bring the rearguard
Boldly there to meet the Easttide.
There the high queen set to hacking -
Hewing foemen with her wound blade,
Turning back the East-guard tide
To a man they died there fighting.
Long will live Queen Britta's deeds,
Lasting is the fame of heroes!
In the center sang the swords
Ringing death songs of the fighters
'Round our banner boiled the fighting
Battling for our king's good standard
Behind strong shields stood the foemen
Boldly holding our king's standard.
Then Kein, wise war duke, bold commander,
Called the charge to take the banner
Boldly came the Black Star's war tide
Beating down those silver shieldmen.
Thirsty spear points sought their targets
Spilling blood that flowed like rivers
Fenris fed on blood of heroes
Cut down were foemen, mown like wheat.
So on we came like storm's fierce tide
And took our standard flying there
Low we laid our stalwart foe
Leaving only feasts for ravens.
Though beaten badly in ravine
Trimaris was not broken yet.
At day's next dawn we found our foe
Seeking battle on the bright field.
Fvb nBefore battle, out strode Aaron
Boldly holding his mailed gauntlet,
Hurled it down with great defiance,
Daring Odo to his worst.
That blue army boiled with anger -
Loud they beat upon their war shields!
Then fierce Fenris raised his grim head,
His red fangs drip with blood.
Then they came, that maddened army,
Thrusting at us with their spear points.
Hard they fought those fierce eyed foemen
Fighting to avenge theirs brothers.
Out we came, our strong south army
Quick to meet the east sea's tide
Cunning Caladin called the step-march
Then step by step we killed our foe.
Sharpened swords were set to biting
Splitting helms and burst mail shirts
Reeling foemen then retreated
Back they fell that routed army
Some few foemen stood there ground,
Kept on fighting to the end
Quick we came like swooping ravens
Killing all who stood before us.
Fast the fighting of that battle,
Quick their passing from the sagas.
Aaron, giver of gold rings
Britta, great beauty with sharp sword,
Called together their bold war band
Brave they fought and led with pride
Gaining glory for their kingdom
Bringing golden victory home.
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