Gift-Poem for Drachenwald, for King Matthew
| Wyndreth Berginsdottir |
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Gift-Poem for the Kingdom of Drachenwald, for King Matthew and Queen Anna--Pennsic XXVII
Hear all beings, high and low of Heimdall's children! Hear of Matthew Noble, Gracious Anna! Hear of Mighty Drachenwald! A place this is where fair ones fare, walk in tracks of ancient kin. Fearsome warriors strong in steel-song; Mailclad sword-wealth! Before them fall fell foemen thick as crimson heart-rain in thundered shieldstorm! For Matthew king the ancient ones stir, hearing old battle-cries in his voice. Know him, they, kin-well, he with gold-girt brow! For Anna Queen forsake they sleep in well-won bed barrows. Reach they for axe and sword and spear; shrug off dust and age-old sleeping to serve Her at Her fair beckoning! Hear the hills and ghost-halls echo, ring with new songs sung of beauty and valor, of war and wonder of battle and glory; of bright heroes ancient and new, ageless and bold! Hail to Drachenwald where Old Ones' blood beats proud and strong in worthy new veins! Wyndreth's note... During the reign of Alasdair and Isabel, They asked the bardic community of Northshield for works to present to the Kingdoms and Principalities of The Known World at Pennsic War that summer, which I thought then and still think now, was a way cool idea!. I volunteered to write for Drachenwald for a couple of reasons: It's unbelieveably cool that they are actually THERE where all the real stuff happened, and can walk among the ruins of what we try now to recreate, and I can't help but wonder what all those old ghosts must think about us... I have no doubt they recognized the nobility and chivalry of Matthew and Anna, regardless. And also, because the people of Drachenwald were universally, incredibly kind to a friend of mine... |
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