Fenrick Brother of the Wolf
Here is a copy of a poem written in Fenrick's honour.
The Clinton War
Twas aeons ago in the heat of the sun
Vikings made a pact, their swords bound as one
A band of brothers.
Fierce as boars by Ramsguard hired
Their drinking horns full, their souls brightly fired
Loyal to each other.
Besieging the castle with show of force
Pikes aplenty, axes, and worse
In chivalric honour.
From lower ground they struggled to climb
Assaulting together through sweat and grime
Ne’er torn asunder.
Now the Vikings with pikes drew their line in the sand
And the Barony of Lionsgate returned shots to a man
The crash of thunder.
With a 12 foot pike Fenrick stood his ground
With the pikes from the foe a-smashing down.
The heart of a lion.
An arm he lost; then a leg gone too
But Fen’s strength of will came shining through
Wounded and tired.
Our valiant Viking, not giving up easy,
Proceeded to charge though a little bit wheezy,
A warrior admired.
With Fenrick’s soul the sun’s strength grew
Alerted the gods, their attention drew
Favoured son.
With dauntless heart and a one-legged hop
Fen bounced for the wall but had to stop.
Valhalla beckoning.
Dagger in good hand, balanced on one leg
Lord Fenrick that morning had drunk his last keg
Time for reckoning.
Fen never made it to the castle that day
For the pikers of Lionsgate wanted their say
The love of the battle.
They spotted our hero in his plucky stance
A pike to his helm bounced off at a glance
Tragic the loss.
Good limbs and bad tumbled and fell
He took his last breath ‘fore the pathway to hel
Losing the dross.
But his death was no boon for the Lionsgate horde
For the lost Vikings found their forgotten swords
A rallying cry.
“They killed our freak!” Hjalti did roar
“A Viking unequalled in days of yore!”
Our freak of a brother.
Shaking with rage, he grabbed Fen’s good leg
With Werner’s help this once-thrall did dreg.
Like no other.
“They killed our freak! Our one legged one armed brother!”
“Kill them all!” Werner screamed, “Those fatherless mothers!”
Clubs a-ready.
All Midgard shook as Valhalla did open
Yggdrasil’s roots the depths sought a-gropin’
Dragons took flight.
The Aesir were wakened; Thor glanced at the field
The power of his hammer gave Bjorn Rib Cracker to wield.
Showers of might.
He ran at the wall, 30 feet high
And with god-like courage leapt into the sky
Raging with valour.
Alas, Bjorn’s armour did fail
And he crashed to the ground rather than sailed
Locked at the knee
But that rallying cry still echoed around
Inspired by his lead, Vikings leapt from the ground
Wild and free.
“It’s raining Vikings,” a panicked cry from the foe
Then all sound was lost with the answering blow
Slicing and dicing.
The Valkyrie hovered in beauteous flight
Awaiting the souls they would carry that night
Their winged helms gleamed.
Chopping and hacking the castle defenders
The Lost Vikings and Clan Carn were no pretenders
Ramsguard beamed.
The castle they took with little resistance
Fen’s sacrifice paid with their persistence
Debt of honour.
Var, the true one, looked down and smiled
She had heard their vows all the while
Goddess of truth.
So Var spoke to Eir, the goddess of healing
And Eir petitioned Frigg to Odin so appealing
Great beauty forsooth.
Thus Odin with a sigh cheated the valkyries
Gave Fen back his limbs, his head, and his fury
But kept his smile.
by Mercilla 2008