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Thagadin Reed
Thagadin Reed
He arose in the morning The sun begun it's trail The scent of flowers rising His heart to no avail He was a lowly kinsman But at heart a poet And under his womenfolk's bagering canter Set then his eyes upon atonement His heart beat as a warrior His soul stationed as a throng His mind set on euphoria His spirit, this day to enthrall He took his splintered staff He raised the forged spear He strapped his heirloom sword He donned upon his deer His helm was firmly set Rose up far from his homeland The road awaited, he met Mounted upon his assed tan Headed off through the wood Past the southern slopes Until by the gate he stood Of his company home, Standing amongst the grounds Stood men of his county Smells of fresh cut wood Mead ale, and smithy. Stood in front, that grand hall Which his father served, His fellowmen amongst the walls Spoke loud, and drank, assured Dismounted, he had begun To listen in upon them And rose up to shout did one Said "Where has our captain been? For I have waited many a day, And many a day has come Beyond goes the warrior's way, To hold to that honor pledged, as done In the past by our fathers and their way cut the path, now clearly shown Hither forth, we will rise the same shield to our home!" Cheers rose up higher than he, Their hearts beat hard within Against those mortal foes Who dared to stand against them They would rise shield and sword Splintered staff, and armor donned To fight against those hordes Whom fought to plunder their homes Came voice from that man, Whom we had known from the start, A loud striking voice Came from his bannered heart "We have lived our lives within, Cannot be under, take! We have been many a day Under a frightful foe Yet every day that goes by More victory is shown We shall now venture on Their rages to endure The battle clamor will then stop Our victory secure And fight until the day we meet Where peace we have is ours And strongly fight until it come To this end persevere!" Another man walked within those halls Dressed in dull and drab And spoke in urgency! "Word comes from the battleground. Those men who were on the front lines have fallen back to Striengrad. We have lost the Eileen Bridge. The enemy approaches." "Look! The Eileen defense hast returned!" They walked in dishonor, for Dishonored they had been, Beyond the battle clamor Raised fears had within And home came men, tattered Their hearts felt fled away Their souls, drained by the blood Their minds, lost from within, Yet their spirit, far from wrung "These are no martial foe, None that our fathers saw Dark spirits who seek within Our spirit's to enthrall! We know our heart is true To fight this valiant foe But what they bring with them Is dark, and full of woe!" Last edited by Cruxvader : 11-26-2009 at 02:55 AM. |