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