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PRIVESKIY

‘OUR OATH’

 

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BY

SIR DIETRICH VAN JUNGINGEN, KML

326 ES | 1773 AH


 

PREFACE – BY SIR DIETRICH VAN JUNGINGEN KML

This song is for you, my fellow crows, sons of Sigismund - Karovians, Alimanians, Leuvians, we are Haensemen all. This song is for every man, woman and child who toils to make our people great. Let the children learn this - let them know their rights. Let them know that their liberty shall never end so long as there is a King of Hanseti-Ruska. This is our oath as proud Haensemen - we shall never give up the Jeremic Rights or fail to see that they are enforced. 

 

For the poets that shall come after me - my brothers, we all share but the one spirit in these matters. And so with each successive generation, let another add his verses to mine, for this is not my poem, this is ours. I take credit simply for penning the fire that blazes in every Haeseni heart - and thus, not for the inspiration, because that is from you, my dear Haeseni reader. It is of me in some minor way, and yet it is more than that, this poem belongs to all of us. And thus, let this great work reflect our nation. Let it grow in length and power and meaning as the years pass - in a hundred years this shall not be a thing of an earlier age, it shall yet be a living testament to the continuity and will of our people. Now, I have rambled long enough. This is priveskiy. Our oath.

                     

       Dravi.


 

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A farmer walked a muddy track,

Soon after dawn had broke

While nobly shone the sun at his back,

The stride of lordly folk.

Then he stopped his hum for greeting,

And with a smile of simple joy,

Because for him no joy was fleeting,

He spoke as honest as a boy:

 

Until there's no more days or nights 

So long as there is breath in me

No man may deny my Jeremic rights

No man may deny my liberty 

 

A wise smith worked hard with gold,

As the sun loosed still young rays,

Foreseeing a beautiful vision bold

He hammered on with praise.

Moonlight gleamed on a lovely ring,

It perfected his creation,

He did not vainly obsess on the thing,

But offered this dedication:

 

Until there's no more days or nights 

So long as there is breath in me

No man may deny my Jeremic rights

No man may deny my liberty

 

A farrier I met at noon,

Before a flighty mare

As he lead her on with his playful tune,

And stroked her night-black hair.

He exulted a truth of the north,

While grinning his slyish grin,

For this his wolfish tongue brought forth,

And for once conceived not a sin:

 

Until there's no more days or nights 

So long as there is breath in me

No man may deny my Jeremic rights

No man may deny my liberty 

 

I came across a sergeant old,

Upon that grizzled eve

His countenance grey and yet mirrored gold,

Though aged, he did not grieve. 

His eyes blazed with a veteran's glare,

And marching off to bloody war,

He met my gaze with a youthful stare,

As he pronounced this timeless law:

 

Until there's no more days or nights 

So long as there is breath in me

No man may deny my Jeremic rights

No man may deny my liberty 

 

A trapper out in woodlands white,

I came upon by chance

While the stars above on that frozen night,

They crowned our lands with dance.

These words he spoke with hunter's pride, 

And swore as one who is free,

And clad all complete in rugged hide,

That woodsman spoke and said to me:

 

Until there's no more days or nights 

So long as there is breath in me

No man may deny my Jeremic rights

No man may deny my liberty

 

And as the dawn breaks yet again,

Our fair maiden I behold -

See her loving gaze, with a smile ordain 

Lands forever of our people old.

Our Haeseni hearts strain to serve

This vision, this dream made true

With forever triumphant will and nerve

She raises the black-gold banner anew:

 

Until there’s no more days or nights,

You must breathe each breath for me -

Let no man deny your Jeremic rights!

Let no man deny your liberty!






OOC:

Spoiler

 

 

If anyone poetically inclined would like to add a verse or two (and I implore that you do), please contact me! My discord is Ghost_Waffles#1729. I can give you some pointers and clarify the structure of each stanza for you. 

 

 

Edited by TH3GHOSTWAFFL3
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Vorion Baruch gives a great hurrah at this wonderful ballad, as he begins to put the finishing touches on his folio, and the starting ones on his epic!

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“Another fantastic piece from the genius van Jungingen. I sit with anticipation for the coming additions to this work by like-minded poets.” says the Tarcharman.

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