A Courlandic Ode

[Medvekoma 2073]

 

My friend Aldis is a strong and stout man,

His raised shield can withstand pounding,

It can deflect the unholiest ban.

Yet from all my companions

There is one I wouldn’t ever leave

I would charge with him, with a yell,

A champion of Courland, the big Al.

 

***

 

We march through Rezan gates,

Snuff them out where they dwell.

Our swords glint and seal their fates.

They scatter, they shriek as they ring their bell

We enter the home of the one rebel,

Haensetians sing welcoming to the great L.

 

Do they have the balls?

To form their shield walls?

It seems like they do,

But they have no clue

As we make around them a pincer,

We hear their voice, their death knell

They lie awaiting our choice,

A saviour, a nemesis. The great L.

 

***

 

An ally, not a stranger. My biggest pal.

I couldn’t wish for a better friend,

Big Al, he dances the prince of Fenn,

He feasts with fallen priests.

Through this war we fight it seems,

He met all the brave leaders,

He sung their songs.

Only the cowards could evade him,

But not half the rebel lords.

 

But does my friend Al smile? No.

While drinking he stands alone.

His cell empty, atop his citadel

He awaits one man to drop

 

Oh don’t be sad my dear mademoiselle

While our man may yell his threat

A date is already set

For his rendezvous with my friend L.

 

- Waldemar “the poet” Gotthold

[Zhikarta 4064]

Completely blown away by the beautiful poem, Ser Aldis Chase couldn’t help but wipe away a tear! ”This is a true work of art, bring me this Waldemar at once!”

[Viggen92 326]

Ser Valentín Castelo offers an applaud to honour the well written poetry. He lets out a cheer of delight, for all said about Aldis the Great, in those depicted words, is true.

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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