The Battle Rose

[Inwintersshadow]

The Battle Rose

Four feet of hardened oak
Studded with jagged mountain stone
From the Mother’s deepest-strongest bones

Shatters steel helms & warriors – oh!
Never a better club have had I
Than Toothpick
In battle - or at home!

Whether pounding stakes, roofing nails
Or an opponent’s skull

No better club have had I
Than Toothpick – the Battle Rose!

Whether battering shields, helms,
Or a foeman’s bones

No better club have had I
Than Toothpick – Talona’s foe!

Taken from an ogre - the unworthy knave
Malar’s own was he
Left for dead by a more worthy blade

A Circle ranger – scion of the mountain paths
Member of the Daggers strong

He is not coming back

Gift from one friend to another – oh!
To battle the Mother’s ancient foes

With a head and a heart
Of hardened oak
Covered in stony thorns

No better club have had I
Than Toothpick...

...The Battle Rose!