ISELYN'S SAGA

by Modar Neznanich

 

As the icy winds blow

Through the mountain passes

And the zephyr's cold touch

Reaches the marrow of the bone,

She proudly steps forward.

With weapon raised defiantly

And her resolve firmly set,

She strides toward the enemy

Ready to met with valiant effort

The prowess of their champion.

Behind her stands the warlords,

Protectors of her winter lands,

One holding her regal standard

of snow-white trimmed in purple

Emblazoned with a rampant wolf.

And like the wind-snapped pennon,

She launches herself at the foe

With a clash of metal on metal

And a collision of inner forces,

Seeking a quick end to the fight.

Like her emblem, she is ferocious

In her attack that savagely bites

And her opponent in the dance of steel

Rapidly finds himself on the defensive

Of what appears a predetermined battle.

Merciful swiftness ends the deadly duet

And with righteous anger and royal bearing,

She raises her bloodied fang of steel

Displaying the victory she has claimed

For her land, her people and her self.

By one hand, justice has been served

With the shedding of the least blood;

But from that heavy duty springs forth

A kingdom divided no more,

And hope for the future.


1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007  Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
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