Baron's Ball 2007 Poem

Baron’s Ball 2007

Freya’s Day eve the circle drawn
Blades glow in dim torch light
Warriors eight meet in turns
To carry proud Wastekeep’s charge.

Cunning, strength, and skill displayed
Onlookers cheer them all!
Seven and one the tally calls
A Champion made, or so is thought.

Weapons cleaned and armor stowed
The bardic fire lit
Songs and spirits passed around
And hunkerhausen gauntlet often run

Saturn’s Day the castle stands
Defenders hold the walls
Fights within and sorties out
Enthrall the populace through the day.

At court the King and Queen are told
Of chivalry most high
Molly corrects the tournament count
Now three stand equal.

Jack has left, but Ulrik stands
To the challenge Molly gives
Hunkerhausen shall decide the day
Before the massed court.

Best of three shall decide it all
The aspirants go to perch
Twice the rope is drawn taut
Long contest brings to Molly the prize.


Baron's Ball 2007, by Phelan Talasmiđr