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Lament for Ealdormere
Spring 1986
The Region of Ealdormere was outlawed by HRM Alen in February, and people responded in many different ways. Baron Aeden wrote a story about Ealdormere as a female warrior created by the people and brought down by the fates, who were jealous because they had not foretold her birth. It helped to make a lot of negative energy positive and eased some of the anger. This song is very close to his story, but omits the hopeful ending to preserve the feel of a lament.

Well may you weep, you maidens merry
Well may you weep, you warriors bold
Men by the fire and mothers nursing
Sad news I tell, Ealdormere is dead

She was not born of man or woman
She was not sent by gods above
She was the sum of all our hearts yearning
Bitter words, Ealdormere is dead

Strong she was as stones beneath us
Soft as the earth at planting time
Fair she was as the hearth in the winter
Spent her flame, Ealdormere is dead

Blessed by beast of field and forest
Blessed by all but destiny
Fates are not kind to those who defy them
Black their gifts, Ealdormere is dead

Wondrous her works yet none might outlast her
Sure her shafts, too many the foe
Countless her friends, yet none might stand by her
Lone she fell, Ealdormere is dead

Tell your sons and tell your daughters
Tell your babes this tale of woe
A hero was born but the world was not ready
Brief her song, Ealdormere is dead