FROM: General Debinani Rahl
RE: A Poem by Morgan of Catskills
A Poem by Morgan of Catskills
“To those who rode the highways wild
or watched the crossroad or mountain pass
Ye bore the scorn of gentlemen
who stayed in taverns and raised a glass.
None to aid in missions peril
better to boast and taste the wine.
They held ye to their perfume standard
and counted ye amoung the swine.
Yet when danger stalked amoung the dandies
when hearth went cold and homes were dark
they heard the “hoowah!” of orcs howling
the undeads hiss, the hell hounds bark.
Then they call upon the riders
they plead for aid from dark nights harm.
They came asking, and ye answered!
Ye lent these nobles yer heart and arm.
Ye stood and faced the darkness calling.
Your swords a fence to evils will.
Still none would help your comrades falling
to the ground where they lay still.
And so you purchased safty for us
the coin you used has stained the grass
again they laugh at those who ride
heedless again of those who passed.
To those who ride the highways wild
or watch the crossroad or mountain pass
Ye bore the scorn of noble men
So here’s to you, I raise my glass.”