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|5. | |5. The worm of flames || on wings of smoke | ||
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| | |took to the sky || and scoured the land. | ||
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| | |It razed cities || and ruined farmland - | ||
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| | |its greed begat || a grief profound. | ||
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|6. | |6. Too little it owned - || the land was ripe | ||
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| | |and rich with prizes || it possessed not. | ||
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| | |Its wanting grew || for want of grace, | ||
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| | |and with it grew the rage || of the wrathful demon. | ||
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|7. | |7. To the East it gazed - || a gainsome plot | ||
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| | |it thought that place - || a prize to claim. | ||
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| | |From the air it loosed || an oily flame-gout | ||
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| | |and landed in the ruins || it left behind. | ||
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|8. | |8. Where trees once stood || now stained earth | ||
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| | |alone could be found - || no life survived. | ||
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| | |The woodlands rusted || like weapons of iron | ||
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| | |where the creature stopped - || still they are so named. | ||
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|9. | |9. To the north lay || the linden-halls. | ||
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| | |A cry went out - || the oaks of battle | ||
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| | |moved to reclaim || their calloused soil! | ||
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| | |Fierce the fighting - || the flame-clash of | ||
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| | |sturdy trees of || trials was felt in | ||
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| | |every land and || in every hearth. | ||
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|Your King calls out, || come to his side! || | |Your King calls out, || come to his side! || |
Revision as of 14:27, 24 December 2013
This is written in the Old Norse Meter fornyrthislag by Magnús hvalmagi, though the general construction is inspired primarily by epic Anlgo-Saxon poetry.
It is the traditional charge of the Baronial Bard of Concordia to chronicle the deeds of the Snowberg Army at Pennsic. In AS 48, Magnús hvalmagi held the position of Baronial bard, but could not witness the Pennsic battles. Instead, he recounted the tale of the origin of the Snowberg army - the tale of a long-lost warrior of the north whose bravery inspired generations.
1. The world was joyous - | wealth and peace were | |
found in all the lands - | few were troubled. | |
But idle minds | and idle souls | |
flourished in those fair | fields of plenty. | |
2. A sin begat | a greater sin, | |
and soon the ills | of ailing hearts | |
tainted and tortured | the track of men - | |
evils arose | to wreak their doom. | |
3. Far to the west | was found a cleftland | |
stretching deeply - | still it is so named. | |
Deep in the belly | of boiling earth | |
was birthed a beast | of burning rage. | |
4. Of ache and hurt - | of heart-woe and | |
sinful vengeance | was sired the monster. | |
The enemy of man | was eager to work | |
his schemes and plots | through the sky-burner. | |
5. The worm of flames | on wings of smoke | |
took to the sky | and scoured the land. | |
It razed cities | and ruined farmland - | |
its greed begat | a grief profound. | |
6. Too little it owned - | the land was ripe | |
and rich with prizes | it possessed not. | |
Its wanting grew | for want of grace, | |
and with it grew the rage | of the wrathful demon. | |
7. To the East it gazed - | a gainsome plot | |
it thought that place - | a prize to claim. | |
From the air it loosed | an oily flame-gout | |
and landed in the ruins | it left behind. | |
8. Where trees once stood | now stained earth | |
alone could be found - | no life survived. | |
The woodlands rusted | like weapons of iron | |
where the creature stopped - | still they are so named. | |
9. To the north lay | the linden-halls. | |
A cry went out - | the oaks of battle | |
moved to reclaim | their calloused soil! | |
Fierce the fighting - | the flame-clash of | |
sturdy trees of | trials was felt in | |
every land and | in every hearth. | |
Your King calls out, | come to his side! | |
Let Tiger’s roar | rouse you to battle! | |
11. Concordia heed | the call of war! | |
Bergental rise! | To battle we go! | |
Your fame will not fade | if this fray takes you | |
Deeds on this day | endure for all time! |
©2013 Peter Olsen