Post by Elspeth on Sept 25, 2010 15:18:48 GMT -5
Too thin the line that charged the Heights
And scrambled in the clay.
Too strong Balthazar’s Dark Raiders stood
Barring the eastern way,
And perhaps had he not fallen,
He might be what Islander became
But not one in ten thousand knows his name.
Companions cried out: Wake, warrior,
Naming he who brought Dark Dweller's fall
In turn he stumbled; two others stepped forth into the gap
Crossed swords with demons one and all.
‘Twas Wake the Warrior first raised the standard high
And set the Heights aflame,
But not one in ten thousand knows his name.
He brought the field all standing with his courage and his luck
But unknown to most, he returned to fight after seeing Lifestone’s Rock.
So he knows what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know his name.
Another in that line of three charged onward to the Heights
Weaving ‘twixt the Raiders ‘til dread Shifter stood alone.
Wet ran her blood, hip-deep in demon gore
As a fifth time Solis shoved home,
And perhaps had she but fallen,
She might be what Islander became
But not one in ten thousand knows her name.
To speak of her: Elspeth Inell,
Would make Balthazar’s minions smile
For lowly are her girlish skills - yet her comrades staunchly braced
And went the extra mile.
‘Twas Elspeth took next the battle to the Foe
And set the Heights aflame,
But not one in ten thousand knows her name.
She brought the field all standing with sword stroke and with shield
But for sweet Luck and Gods’ own Grace, she’d have been another dead upon that field.
So she knows what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know her name.
The third to answer Crier’s call and charge unto the Heights
Was more fearsome than the twain.
Fast and furious swept ultimate blade
‘Til not one Raider remained.
And perhaps had he been stricken,
He might be what Islander became
But not one in ten thousand knows his name.
To say the name: Farstryder,
May well one day raise a toast
To he who slew fifteen Dark Raiders dead -
We two know of what you boast.
Luca, the third to enter battle’s maw,
And set the Heights aflame,
But not one in ten thousand knows his name.
He brought the field all standing with his courage and his luck
But for powder fair and ‘chanter’s flair, he'd also have visited the Rock.
So he knows what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know his name.
Upon that field so lonely stood three victorious, each claiming many demons’ kill
When all lay strewn about them, ‘twas ‘chanter and two warriors breathing still.
Mayhap you who hear this tune will someday have such a feat to claim
And know what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have a more than a score of demon kills split 'tween the three you name.
Deep below N’rolav now, the Islander on his bier lies in state
And lichen grows so thickly on the words etched deep on weathered slate
A corner of such a monument to glory might you claim,
If but one in ten thousand knows your name.
And scrambled in the clay.
Too strong Balthazar’s Dark Raiders stood
Barring the eastern way,
And perhaps had he not fallen,
He might be what Islander became
But not one in ten thousand knows his name.
Companions cried out: Wake, warrior,
Naming he who brought Dark Dweller's fall
In turn he stumbled; two others stepped forth into the gap
Crossed swords with demons one and all.
‘Twas Wake the Warrior first raised the standard high
And set the Heights aflame,
But not one in ten thousand knows his name.
He brought the field all standing with his courage and his luck
But unknown to most, he returned to fight after seeing Lifestone’s Rock.
So he knows what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know his name.
Another in that line of three charged onward to the Heights
Weaving ‘twixt the Raiders ‘til dread Shifter stood alone.
Wet ran her blood, hip-deep in demon gore
As a fifth time Solis shoved home,
And perhaps had she but fallen,
She might be what Islander became
But not one in ten thousand knows her name.
To speak of her: Elspeth Inell,
Would make Balthazar’s minions smile
For lowly are her girlish skills - yet her comrades staunchly braced
And went the extra mile.
‘Twas Elspeth took next the battle to the Foe
And set the Heights aflame,
But not one in ten thousand knows her name.
She brought the field all standing with sword stroke and with shield
But for sweet Luck and Gods’ own Grace, she’d have been another dead upon that field.
So she knows what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know her name.
The third to answer Crier’s call and charge unto the Heights
Was more fearsome than the twain.
Fast and furious swept ultimate blade
‘Til not one Raider remained.
And perhaps had he been stricken,
He might be what Islander became
But not one in ten thousand knows his name.
To say the name: Farstryder,
May well one day raise a toast
To he who slew fifteen Dark Raiders dead -
We two know of what you boast.
Luca, the third to enter battle’s maw,
And set the Heights aflame,
But not one in ten thousand knows his name.
He brought the field all standing with his courage and his luck
But for powder fair and ‘chanter’s flair, he'd also have visited the Rock.
So he knows what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know his name.
Upon that field so lonely stood three victorious, each claiming many demons’ kill
When all lay strewn about them, ‘twas ‘chanter and two warriors breathing still.
Mayhap you who hear this tune will someday have such a feat to claim
And know what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have a more than a score of demon kills split 'tween the three you name.
Deep below N’rolav now, the Islander on his bier lies in state
And lichen grows so thickly on the words etched deep on weathered slate
A corner of such a monument to glory might you claim,
If but one in ten thousand knows your name.