Duncan of Skeene

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Sir Duncan of Skeene[edit | edit source]

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  • Duncan o'Skeene

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Done on the Lilies battlefield (2014)

In building of architect grand

This universe where we stand

Hear the song of Duncan proud

Sharpest of tongue all avowed

As brave as the Widow’s Son

His deeds bright beneath the Sun

He stood at Crossroads of fate

Standing guard at Phaedra’s Gate

In hills near the lynn of Skeene

His axe gleamed with war-dew’s sheen

Level were all he has met

Yet all remain in his debt

From gifts both given and shared

He parted all on the square

Smallest of his warproud kin

He yearned for war to begin

With spear, axe and now his sword

Served every Calon lord

Stood with joy at Phaedra’s side

Whose violence never denied

Helped Lucian with spear so tall

Build with blood the highest wall

Honored by the blackest star

For fames and friends gained afar

Now Martino the heartland’s king

Of whose deeds the falcons sing

And Ariel his valiant queen

Bearing sword with brightest gleam

Hear the plea of sharpest friends

Who stand near crown to attend

And say it is truly right

That you make Duncan a knight

With wisdom bright all can see

They now make this proud decree

Where blood watered lilies tall

Where kinfolk assembled all

On XIXth day in wildest June

Under light of quarter moon

In the XXXIIIrd year since

Ternon became falcon prince

That with chain of purest gold

And belt of white to behold

Spurs now to adorn his heels

Signs to proclaim his ordeals

Ever shall he knight be called

Duncan of Skeene now installed

So say all for charity

Forever, so mote it be

Rhodri