Good gentles all,<br><br>It is one of the foremost pleasures of a bard to sing the praises of the worthy. Much has been said lately of our duty to point out what is wrong with the world around us, as well as to remember and celebrate what is right. Having witnessed much of the latter this weekend past at Steppes Warlord, I feel I am honor-bound to make it known across the land.<br>
<br>Here then do I share word-fame of Morgan, son of Elanor and Matthias, a brave young Ansteorran lord if ever I have seen one. I have heard many tales of this young man's chivalry, and now I have borne witness to it myself. Below are the humble verses I have penned in his honor.<br>
<br>It is my hope that, the more such deeds are praised, the more they will be aspired to and emulated throughout our fair Kingdom. Here's to the best in all of us.<br><br>In service,<br>Catrin ferch Maelgwn<br><br><br>
<br>Whelp of the wolf-clan, word-fame I give him.<br>Son of the Star, though his summers are few<br>And slight now his stature, but soon all will know him:<br>Man will they mark him, young Morgan the brave.<br><br>Morgan the mild, whose manner is gentle<br>
Helpful at home, and in halls otherwise<br>Morgan the merry, whose mirth is a bell<br>In the chorus that calls from the kingdom's most dear.<br><br>Courage and courtesy, close does he keep them<br>Held to his heart, as good heroes all do.<br>
Fearless when family or friend is in danger,<br>Morgan the mighty would meet any foe.<br><br>Swift to the side of the she-wolf, his mother,<br>Fallen in fields that grew far from their door,<br>Morgan did move when the moment was dire<br>
Gravely he guarded and guided her home.<br><br>Wounds he had willingly, Warlord at heart,<br>Morgan whose mettle is made of pure steel.<br>Staying a sting that was seeking another<br>Bravely this blow did he bear for his friend.<br>
<br>Hearken, o heroes, and hope for the wisdom<br>This child has championed; challenge I raise<br>To live by his lessons, to learn and teach others<br>That valor and virtue will venom outdo.<br>
<br>Whelp of the wolf-clan, word-fame I give him.<br>Son of the Star, though his summers are few<br>And slight now his stature, but soon all will know him:<br>Man will they mark him, young Morgan the brave.<br><br>
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