Sunday, January 13, 2008

A poem written by Aelred on the occasion of Lord Emyrs's visit to the Canton:

Lord Emrys’s encounters:

Italian’s thrusting angle,

Spaniard’s weaving circle,

Stirred Canton muses.

Castelburn, with Fancy’s eyes

Saw no fibreglass rod,

Saw no Warehouse bowl.

All was transformed to Heroic uses.

Daemonomania and sweaty palm,

Hilt long,

Hilt short.

Silvered steel shivers for steel’s balm.

A calling now! A calling!

Five blades true

Mayhap six,

Answering call, and shout empowering.