[Bards] The Reign of Castellan
celtic_wolff at yahoo.com
Thu Jun 12 10:51:38 PDT 2008
Many of us knew Duke Jean Richard well. I myself can still remember him as just Richard of House Purple (telling my age, aren't I?). He was a man of many facets and he left his mark on our Kingdom in many ways.
As both a Bard and as an old friend, I say your words are great and give just due and honor to our former King. Thank you, I have not the words to say more.
Humbled and pensive,
HL Elanor O'Ruark
"Little girls, this seems to say, Never stop upon your way.
Never trust a stranger-friend; No one knows how it will end.
As you're pretty, so be wise; Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind, Gay, or charming never mind!
Now, as then, 'tis simple truth...
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!"
--- On Thu, 6/12/08, Jim L Couch <jimcouch at gmail.com> wrote:
> From: Jim L Couch <jimcouch at gmail.com>
> Subject: [Bards] The Reign of Castellan
> To: "Ansteorran Bardic list" <bards at lists.ansteorra.org>
> Date: Thursday, June 12, 2008, 5:42 PM
> Please know that my talent is small but it is something I
> am striving to
> improve. I did not mean to take on such a subject matter
> so large, and I
> know that it may be sensitive to those that knew Duke Jean.
> I did not. But I have read many a great word of him and
> earlier this month
> I attended Castellan, where Her Royal Majesty spoke greatly
> of him. I know
> that I can not do the subject matter its true justice, but
> please accept it
> as an attempt.
> This is my first attempt at poetry in many a years
> The Reign of Castellan
> Sæmundr the pure
> Jim Couch (June '08)
> All the Queens men gathered round
> the list field as they watch the Crown
> Their heads deeply bowed in full respect
> As Queen Vanessa sauntered by
> Rain dropped slowly from the sky
> As peace became ever more suspect
> Her Magesty with tearful eyes
> Spoke greatly of the Duke who died
> His deeds recounted by the words of many
> The heavens heard these loving tales
> Its heart grown heavy, began to swell
> The rain came down harder and in plenty
> The Royalty who stood that day
> Passed the purple strands away
> Reminding all that even great Kings fall
> And as the skies they opened wider
> Our shouts of glory sent ever higher
> Lightening set forth a final battle call
> The rain began to fade away
> and clouds, they parted making way
> The Duke to come and speak to every man
> And truly did He hear our cries
> He sent to us his own reply
> The sun shined down on all of
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