The army of Northshield at Pennsic 27 (1997) The army of Northshield at Pennsic 27 (1997)

Last Battle

What thirsts without ceasing, no slaking to follow?
What wholeness rebukes and what shimmer condemns?
A silent sword standing unmoved in a corner;
A shield resting whole against armour undimmed.

What steel demands tribute, an oath ever wanting?
What creature reproves and what leather cries out?
A hauberk and helmet no more gone a-warring;
A horse standing still and a harness unworn.

What sound becomes torment, to anguish the sleeper?
What vision disturbs and what mem'ries denounce?
A battle horn winding away beyond reaching;
A field far beyond in a time snatched away.

What wound burns the deepest, no healing to soothe it?
What tether cuts deep and what debt goes unpaid?
A wounded soul torn from its fellows a-marching;
A body cut down from the heart's will this day.

What eyes turn away, unwilling, from battle?
What spirit enraged and what agony borne?
A fighter denied the true path of his calling;
A wolf left behind -- gone a-hunting no more.


Posted by: Sian verch Gruffydd on 10/13/2007

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