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For Hlaford Streonwald Wulfesbana

July A. S. XXXVII (July 2002)

Within a field of black and white

There stands a man of lordly height

Tabard as yellow as the sun

His hands on axe-shaft nimbly run

Tobacco stick between his teeth

And crowned in smoke like Yuletide wreath

The Wolf and Rose upon his chest

Beating heart within his breast

His hands are taped; his hair is bound

He is a loyal Berus-hound

Knight-Lord calls him unto the Lists

He strides forth boldly, flexing wrists

The sun glints off of helm and shield

As Households meet upon the field

The Marshal’s stick bobs in the air

As forces charge and show no fear

Yellow veteran hews with axe

Felling foemen whose shields were lax

Being smart ‘midst the fray

He wins to fight another day

Fighter and craftsman of renown

A Herald being duty bound

Adept of the blacksmithing art

And bearer of a Maiden’s Heart

So to Streonwald cheers and wassail

While I do here end this my tale.