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Stithieliad
Stithieliad
Stithieliad
Stithiel Morrow,
Wandering warrior
So the berserker’s
As her arcane
What else to do
As he arrived,
No warrior’s welcome
Or feast for the fallen,
In deserted dwellings?
Came an ancestor,
A rashly-planned raid
By hooting hobgoblins,
No easy undoing
Of pitiless penance.
Left undefended,
Descended in droves
Stithiel’s fury,
Of his anger.
Mournful Mourdrigar,
Ruin of old,
In death or death-dealing
Wasting no time
Hobgoblins inhabit
Run reinforcements –
An armoured advance
As big as a barn
Of a castle-safe catapult,
Stithiel stumbles,
Singeing spell-missiles
Taking a tear
That bites his back open
As tall as a tree
Leaving no legs,
No magical missile
Or twelve-foot-long falchion
Of singing ex-slaves,
Stithiel smiled