Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry
| For Mists Coronet AS XXXVII April 3, 2003 Slowly gathers soft and silent shroud of grayness, travels with the tide and turns the lands to shadows. Ghostly floating glimpses glitter lost to straining eyes while ears can hear the open harness ringing. Banners raised and reach for restless breezes, haunting din of iron dance by dauntless slayers of the troll kin. Taking naught but tasking all, in bid to hold the highest place by heat of pride and honor. Seek ye now the steel and silver, for by both is honor won, to offer oath to land and people with a will to hold and wonder. At the gather shall the shades of yestre shout for princ'ly greeting. This one is a bit longer than an Occasional Verse, So would be considered a flokr. It was written and sent to Mists Coronet since I could not attend and wanted to add to the ambiance of the day. And was a bit sad about missing it. |
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