04-26-2016, 05:22 PM
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The birds sit quiet, all humble trees are calm
No wind that howls, no sword in sturdy palm.[/size]
The shallow grass beneath the starry sky
It sleeps tonight with none to ponder why.
They rested whole and all prepared for war
That mighty hosts with early dawn had borne.
So heard afar the birds the steps of men,
And leafless trees to axes fell again,
Like long before by men to evil sworn
And once Darían’s host had come ashore
Towards the Myrēdin set in valley’s core
Were forced to march with pace to dreadful song
That sang their shaky spears, the winged and long
That clashed with foes and caused an awful roar.
And wooden bows sent arrows high to soar,
And guiltless blood in valley spilled and poured,
And ended costly march in valley thronged (?)
And left a hill of men, all simple, wronged,
And all the while the kings were left to snore.
Thus fairest valley turned to bloody seal
And common men were forced to pay the feel
And all the proudest mothers’ sonless stayed
And loving fathers’ felt an icy blade,
At least the kings had still their crown on knee.
Notes:
1. Darían is a name of a ruling house.
2. Myrēdin means 'Host of Myre', a two syllable word where ē is silent and Myre is pronounced like Mere but with a short e sound in the middle.
3. I'm not sure if thronged works in that situation, I'll need someone with a deeper knowledge to clarify.
The birds sit quiet, all humble trees are calm
No wind that howls, no sword in sturdy palm.[/size]
The shallow grass beneath the starry sky
It sleeps tonight with none to ponder why.
They rested whole and all prepared for war
That mighty hosts with early dawn had borne.
So heard afar the birds the steps of men,
And leafless trees to axes fell again,
Like long before by men to evil sworn
And once Darían’s host had come ashore
Towards the Myrēdin set in valley’s core
Were forced to march with pace to dreadful song
That sang their shaky spears, the winged and long
That clashed with foes and caused an awful roar.
And wooden bows sent arrows high to soar,
And guiltless blood in valley spilled and poured,
And ended costly march in valley thronged (?)
And left a hill of men, all simple, wronged,
And all the while the kings were left to snore.
Thus fairest valley turned to bloody seal
And common men were forced to pay the feel
And all the proudest mothers’ sonless stayed
And loving fathers’ felt an icy blade,
At least the kings had still their crown on knee.
Notes:
1. Darían is a name of a ruling house.
2. Myrēdin means 'Host of Myre', a two syllable word where ē is silent and Myre is pronounced like Mere but with a short e sound in the middle.
3. I'm not sure if thronged works in that situation, I'll need someone with a deeper knowledge to clarify.