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Sing praise Albion

Sing praise AlbionOf those left behind when the Court leaves for land unknown.Those untouched by gaudy glory earnt far from our green shores Sing praise AlbionOf the farmer and the fisherman.Those who toil to keep Albion’s bellies fed. Sing praise AlbionOf the stonemason and the carpenter.The ones who keep our homes standing firm. Sing praise…

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A Poem by Edwin ap Robin, Bard to the Royal Court

Down by the flash of the restless water The dim White Ship like a white bird lay; Laughing at life and the world they sought her, And out she swung to the silvering bay. Then off they flew on their roystering way, And the keen moon fired the light foam flying Up from the flood…

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The Anger of Albion

By Althea Emmet, Crows of Albion. Written after the Great Erdrejan Fayre 1117 We will not let this stand. You may think us timid deer, but you have spilt our treasured blood. If you think this will make us bow you are mistaken. We have faced down worse than you. Even to your face we…

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For Depravo

A sad, sad thing have I to sing, About an empty grave, O, For I fear none know where he’s gone, The rat they called Depravo. He grew up quick, learned many tricks Before he learned to shave, O, And Karl his dad was glad he had The son he called Depravo. Sometimes it’s true,…

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It is not the sword

It is not the sword – Anon. “It is not the sword, but the man,” said Merlyn. But the people demanded a sign— the sword forged by Waylund, Excalibur, the “lightning-shard.” “It is not the sword, but the words men follow.” Still, he set it in the stone —Excalibur, the sword of kings— and many…

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The Last Fell King

A tale of Dunmail, the Last Fell King – as set down by Wyndrake Winterheart, of the Noble House of Winterheart, Duke of Keswick and Lord of the FellsKing Dunmail, the Last Fell King It is not certain, the exact way in which Dunmail Winterheart, the last of the Fell Kings, died, but through poems…

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O, Gather hats and Hunter’s shrines

by the surly war poet Kharag Blackmane Men and women near and far, Hear the song of Calligar, Hunt ancestor, brave and strong, Till they were removed from the pantheon. Mad with anger did they go, Sending minions down below, Calling on the Wyld Hunt, Erdrejan soldiers bore the brunt. O, Gather hats and Hunter’s…

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On the passing of Queen Eloise

by Kachina As the leaves fall, and the wind blows, the colours change and the sun glows. As time moves on the seasons flow, the clock turns and life grows. The pattern ages and moves through the cycle, until one day it reaches the end of its spiral. We cannot be where you are, however…

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A poem, by a contributor named Anonymous

Through years of love and hate, Friend and foe were once alive, We are but what we make, Heroes, healers, we survive. We grasp at what we can; Fleeting pleasures, pleasant dreams. For we are all the same, Lords and ladies, queens and kings. We watch with bated breath, We stand together in the dark…

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Bard’s Corner

This Edition’s ‘Bard’s Corner’ has been penned by our very own Quex. “Hey, Harts. This is your local greenskin here to remind you that while fighting and carousing are great fun, what is life without a bit of creativity? Let’s see some songs and poems in the Herald. The poetry scene is thriving throughout all…

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