Duncan of Skeene

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Duncan of Skeene

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Rat out a Friend

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


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