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Galrina
Seigneur

Registration Date: 18.09.2005
Posts: 210
Location: SW IN

Fiction, The Saga of Stenwyck the Cold

The Saga of Stenwyck the Cold

Twas cold and drear; he left the Hold
On that dark and stormy night
His cloak about him, sword in hand
A sole lantern for his light

The road ahead was long indeed
This task he could not fail
For in the Hold the cries rang out
"By the Gods we've got no ale!"

Beneath his cloak was hid the last
Brown cup of blessed ale
"For strength" he whispered to himself
As he trudged into the gale

"Just one wee sip will get me by"
And one wee sip he took
A little bit later another, he felt,
Would make him fleet of foot

Soon enow the mug was dry,
His lamp was burning low
And though his steps were staggered
He trudged on through the snow

The sky grew clear, the stars shone out
The snow was frozen through
Twas colder than the coldest night
Than any man e'er knew

Twas not long ere he felt the cold
Come stealing like a thief
"I'm cold" said he with frozen breath
And trembled like a leaf

The leagues went by and then he spied
A light where none should be
"What wonder's this?" he spoke aloud
As he peered around a tree

There beside a roaring fire
Sat a man in robes so fine;
Huge and of enormous girth,
In his hand a jug of wine.

"Hale and welcome young Stenwyk!"
The stranger waved him near
"Come sit beside the fire my friend
And take a mug of beer!"

Stenwyck gladly took the mug
Then stepped into the fire
"Beware my lad" said hearty voice
"Twill be your funeral pyre!"

Stenwyck smiled and quaffed his ale
"I'll walk no more this eve
Warm I am and warm I'll stay!"
As melt dripped from his sleeve

"I am the Frost King my young friend"
He said with subtle grin
"My trap is sprung and ne'er will you
Return to kith and kin!"

"Aye! 'tis evil you have done,"
Said Stenwyck "with no doubt,"
"Yet keep me warm and full of ale
And I'll not whine and shout!"

Thus it was they found him
When the storm had passed them by
Stenwyck would be cold no more
Nor e'er his throat be dry

So now ye know the tale of him
Once hight Stenwyck the Cold
And if ye wander in the storms
Around old Haggard's Fold

Ye'll hear a voice sing merrily
To tip a cup of ale
And warm yourself beside his fire
And listen to his tale

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Galrina

Edit: Formatted Title (TOYB).

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This post has been edited 3 time(s), it was last edited by The Old Ye Bard: 07.04.2007 23:33.

17.03.2006 16:32

Zarkis
Viscount

Registration Date: 01.12.2002
Posts: 650

What can I say...great poem.

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17.03.2006 18:43

Quentin Fortune
The Fourth Horseman

Registration Date: 12.11.2002
Posts: 3,547
Location: Silgrad Tower, Upper Chambers 2

definitely ... Good job!

Hmmm ... I have an idea ...

Greetings

Quentin

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17.03.2006 19:05