Sunday, December 5, 2010

For Hlaford Streonwald Wulfesbana

Colyne Stewart, July AS XXXVII (2003)

Within a field of black and white
There stands a man of lordly height
Tabard as yellow as the sun
His hands on axe-shaft nimbly run
Tobacco stick between his teeth
And crowned in smoke like Yuletide wreath
The Wolf and Rose upon his chest
Beating heart within his breast
His hands are taped; his hair is bound
He is a loyal Berus-hound
Knight-Lord calls him unto the Lists
He strides forth boldly, flexing wrists
The sun glints off of helm and shield
As Households meet upon the field
The Marshal’s stick bobs in the air
As forces charge and show no fear
Yellow veteran hews with axe
Felling foemen whose shields were lax
Being smart ‘midst the fray
He wins to fight another day
Fighter and craftsman of renown
A Herald being duty bound
Adept of the blacksmithing art
And bearer of a Maiden’s Heart
So to Streonwald cheers and wassail
While I do here end this my tale.

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