Baron Edward Takes the Line
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Nikolai Grigorevich Petrov was charged by Baroness Milesent Vibert to create a poem, song or verse about Cleftlands History and present it at Northern Oaken War Maneuvers 2008 XII.
At Baron Wars, a sunny day When two armies met, each to pay The wages of honor to their King, Death to the other they hoped to bring. Amidst the host, a seasoned lot Swords and spears and bows well shot. Nebuly white and blue they bore, Cleflands their name, and this they swore: To meet foeman and pierce their sides, Brothers in arms, one battle cry Like a rain of fiercest fire, None dare invoke their mighty ire. These warriors where heroes all, But one of note, heeds the call. The King's burden he does carry, The man known as Brackenburye. Baron Edward! Of him I speak But not for glory did he seek In Red Spears' battle on the day, But glory found him, anyway. The fights began upon the field Neither side willing to yield. Both had ranks of fighters bold The kind of which tales are told. In the midst of battle's zeal, Cleftlands stood strong, hearts of steel Badly outnumbered on all sides Stoutly they fought--then all died. But as is our glorious way The dead all rose again to say "The next battle will soon begin And over the bridges we will win!" After two bridges, all there knew That prediction did not ring true, Beaten back by numbers and skill, Cleftlands was but grist for the mill. And then the third bridge, it the last The days combat nearly past. Once again starting trumpet called, Both sides charged forth, but midway stalled The dead piled up, marshals called hold. Many brave lives were dearly sold. Combat was about to resume As for the Cleftlands, they seemed doomed. Just a few shields, against a hoard Dealing death with bloodied swords But then, a ray of sun did shine As Baron Edward took the line. One shield and he, all that was left, Of backing forces they were bereft Foes drew near to kill the last man, But Edward's blade had other plans. Baronial hands held the sword, His own safety he ignored. As he struck both left and right Enemy paled before such might! Killing blows fell like rain His bastard sword brought the pain! Endless strikes were sure and strong He cleaved a path through the throng Edward charged to push his attack, The enemy line took a step back! But a sad fact I must confide One man alone can't stop the tide Edward fought like a man possessed, His foes put through a bloody test, Truly he had given them hell But the Baron, and the bridge, finally fell. And with that, my tale is complete I ask you now to leave your seats Charge your mugs with mead or wine A toast! To Baron Edward! Who held the line!