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Here is a copy of a poem written in Fenrick's honour. | Here is a copy of a poem written in Fenrick's honour. | ||
The Clinton War | The Clinton War | ||
Twas aeons ago in the heat of the sun | Twas aeons ago in the heat of the sun | ||
Vikings made a pact, their swords bound as one | Vikings made a pact, their swords bound as one | ||
A band of brothers. | A band of brothers. | ||
Fierce as boars by Ramsguard hired | Fierce as boars by Ramsguard hired | ||
Their drinking horns full, their souls brightly fired | Their drinking horns full, their souls brightly fired | ||
Loyal to each other. | Loyal to each other. | ||
Besieging the castle with show of force | Besieging the castle with show of force | ||
Pikes aplenty, axes, and worse | Pikes aplenty, axes, and worse | ||
In chivalric honour. | In chivalric honour. | ||
From lower ground they struggled to climb | From lower ground they struggled to climb | ||
Assaulting together through sweat and grime | Assaulting together through sweat and grime | ||
Ne’er torn asunder. | Ne’er torn asunder. | ||
Now the Vikings with pikes drew their line in the sand | Now the Vikings with pikes drew their line in the sand | ||
And the Barony of Lionsgate returned shots to a man | And the Barony of Lionsgate returned shots to a man | ||
The crash of thunder. | The crash of thunder. | ||
With a 12 foot pike Fenrick stood his ground | With a 12 foot pike Fenrick stood his ground | ||
With the pikes from the foe a-smashing down. | With the pikes from the foe a-smashing down. | ||
The heart of a lion. | The heart of a lion. | ||
An arm he lost; then a leg gone too | An arm he lost; then a leg gone too | ||
But Fen’s strength of will came shining through | But Fen’s strength of will came shining through | ||
Wounded and tired. | Wounded and tired. | ||
Our valiant Viking, not giving up easy, | Our valiant Viking, not giving up easy, | ||
Proceeded to charge though a little bit wheezy, | Proceeded to charge though a little bit wheezy, | ||
A warrior admired. | A warrior admired. | ||
With Fenrick’s soul the sun’s strength grew | With Fenrick’s soul the sun’s strength grew | ||
Alerted the gods, their attention drew | Alerted the gods, their attention drew | ||
Favoured son. | Favoured son. | ||
With dauntless heart and a one-legged hop | With dauntless heart and a one-legged hop | ||
Fen bounced for the wall but had to stop. | Fen bounced for the wall but had to stop. | ||
Valhalla beckoning. | Valhalla beckoning. | ||
Dagger in good hand, balanced on one leg | Dagger in good hand, balanced on one leg | ||
Lord Fenrick that morning had drunk his last keg | Lord Fenrick that morning had drunk his last keg | ||
Time for reckoning. | Time for reckoning. | ||
Fen never made it to the castle that day | Fen never made it to the castle that day | ||
For the pikers of Lionsgate wanted their say | For the pikers of Lionsgate wanted their say | ||
The love of the battle. | The love of the battle. | ||
They spotted our hero in his plucky stance | They spotted our hero in his plucky stance | ||
A pike to his helm bounced off at a glance | A pike to his helm bounced off at a glance | ||
Tragic the loss. | Tragic the loss. | ||
Good limbs and bad tumbled and fell | Good limbs and bad tumbled and fell | ||
He took his last breath ‘fore the pathway to hel | He took his last breath ‘fore the pathway to hel | ||
Losing the dross. | Losing the dross. | ||
But his death was no boon for the Lionsgate horde | But his death was no boon for the Lionsgate horde | ||
For the lost Vikings found their forgotten swords | For the lost Vikings found their forgotten swords | ||
A rallying cry. | A rallying cry. | ||
“They killed our freak!” Hjalti did roar | “They killed our freak!” Hjalti did roar | ||
“A Viking unequalled in days of yore!” | “A Viking unequalled in days of yore!” | ||
Our freak of a brother. | Our freak of a brother. | ||
Shaking with rage, he grabbed Fen’s good leg | Shaking with rage, he grabbed Fen’s good leg | ||
With Werner’s help this once-thrall did dreg. | With Werner’s help this once-thrall did dreg. | ||
Like no other. | Like no other. | ||
“They killed our freak! Our one legged one armed brother!” | “They killed our freak! Our one legged one armed brother!” | ||
“Kill them all!” Werner screamed, “Those fatherless mothers!” | “Kill them all!” Werner screamed, “Those fatherless mothers!” | ||
Clubs a-ready. | Clubs a-ready. | ||
All Midgard shook as Valhalla did open | All Midgard shook as Valhalla did open | ||
Yggdrasil’s roots the depths sought a-gropin’ | Yggdrasil’s roots the depths sought a-gropin’ | ||
Dragons took flight. | Dragons took flight. | ||
The Aesir were wakened; Thor glanced at the field | The Aesir were wakened; Thor glanced at the field | ||
The power of his hammer gave Bjorn Rib Cracker to wield. | The power of his hammer gave Bjorn Rib Cracker to wield. | ||
Showers of might. | Showers of might. | ||
He ran at the wall, 30 feet high | He ran at the wall, 30 feet high | ||
And with god-like courage leapt into the sky | And with god-like courage leapt into the sky | ||
Raging with valour. | Raging with valour. | ||
Alas, Bjorn’s armour did fail | Alas, Bjorn’s armour did fail | ||
And he crashed to the ground rather than sailed | And he crashed to the ground rather than sailed | ||
Locked at the knee | Locked at the knee | ||
But that rallying cry still echoed around | But that rallying cry still echoed around | ||
Inspired by his lead, Vikings leapt from the ground | Inspired by his lead, Vikings leapt from the ground | ||
Wild and free. | Wild and free. | ||
“It’s raining Vikings,” a panicked cry from the foe | “It’s raining Vikings,” a panicked cry from the foe | ||
Then all sound was lost with the answering blow | Then all sound was lost with the answering blow | ||
Slicing and dicing. | Slicing and dicing. | ||
The Valkyrie hovered in beauteous flight | The Valkyrie hovered in beauteous flight | ||
Awaiting the souls they would carry that night | Awaiting the souls they would carry that night | ||
Their winged helms gleamed. | Their winged helms gleamed. | ||
Chopping and hacking the castle defenders | Chopping and hacking the castle defenders | ||
The Lost Vikings and Clan Carn were no pretenders | The Lost Vikings and Clan Carn were no pretenders | ||
Ramsguard beamed. | Ramsguard beamed. | ||
The castle they took with little resistance | The castle they took with little resistance | ||
Fen’s sacrifice paid with their persistence | Fen’s sacrifice paid with their persistence | ||
Debt of honour. | Debt of honour. | ||
Var, the true one, looked down and smiled | Var, the true one, looked down and smiled | ||
She had heard their vows all the while | She had heard their vows all the while | ||
Goddess of truth. | Goddess of truth. | ||
So Var spoke to Eir, the goddess of healing | So Var spoke to Eir, the goddess of healing | ||
And Eir petitioned Frigg to Odin so appealing | And Eir petitioned Frigg to Odin so appealing | ||
Great beauty forsooth. | |||
Thus Odin with a sigh cheated the valkyries | Thus Odin with a sigh cheated the valkyries | ||
Gave Fen back his limbs, his head, and his fury | Gave Fen back his limbs, his head, and his fury | ||
But kept his smile. | But kept his smile. | ||
by Mercilla | |||
by Mercilla 2008 | |||
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Latest revision as of 17:44, 29 January 2010
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