𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮
"Harken to great deeds of enemies defeated and boons gathered
Await the next age of bards regaling the stories fathered
By they who marched out into the world, wilds, & wondrous places
Strike sword-edge dull and bind spears to plows, eke the faces
Of the earth for your meal and for your regaining of health
Soon thereafter, regather the tribe and hoard your wealth
Then you may birth a generation whose members may be heroes!"