Lord of Lhuvenhead

[Ladellon]

As northern winds sweep misted moors,
Revealing tors of gallant green,
Ballads of epic feats are sung
Beneath weir’s shelt’ring silversheen.

The finest of refrains intoned,
With def’rence to past legends spun,
Is one of whose repute resounds –
The moor’s own peerless, kindred son.

Apprentice to famed Jacho Send,
And proved to be a minstrel’s friend,
He’ll forever be known, ‘tis said . . .
As Croaker, Lord of Lhuvenhead!

Four vanguard ships, before his own,
Had sailed ere midday’s fated rays
Shone down upon their dispersed wake,
Entreating him to seek his way.

Ere he could sail, a fulgent burst
Of the Foehammer earthward came
And, left discordant, he surmised
Ne’er in the moors should he remain

Apprentice to famed Jacho Send,
And proved to be a minstrel’s friend,
He’ll forever be known, ‘tis said . . .
As Croaker, Lord of Lhuvenhead!

He wandered, dazed, toward setting sun
And, ‘neath a thousand splendid eyes
with fellows seeking fortune’s fate
Found death’s enduring kiss his prize.

And yet sea’s heinous matron queen,
Beholden to Foehammer’s cause,
From Fugue Plane rescued him and, thus,
Thwarted one of time’s ageless laws.

Apprentice to famed Jacho Send,
And proved to be a minstrel’s friend,
He’ll forever be known, ‘tis said . . .
As Croaker, Lord of Lhuvenhead!

Though graceful sylph had gained his heart -
a maiden ardently loved fain -
her ardor proved most fickle won,
engendering a joyless pain.

As sorrow dripped to fading day
love's dagger wound knew solace dear
for with a cherished, sure embrace
a bard's sweet ode resounded clear.

And through the dusk a siren's call -
It's furtive, pleasing silver lure -
A song did weave of love profound
That, though well veiled, would long endure.

Apprentice to famed Jacho Send,
And proved to be a minstrel’s friend,
He’ll forever be known, ‘tis said . . .
As Croaker, Lord of Lhuvenhead!

Where Surbrin and Dessarin meet
A bloodless king from crypts arose
And, though his spectral forces swelled,
His loathsome will failed to impose

For moor’s defender dashed the foe,
Undaunted by their ashen gaze,
And was given by those secured
A knightly title as their praise.

Apprentice to famed Jacho Send,
And proved to be a minstrel’s friend,
He’ll forever be known, ‘tis said . . .
As Croaker, Lord of Lhuvenhead!

Upriver Gate to Rauvin’s Way,
As evening light behind him waned,
He found what long he’d sought since birth -
A home no lord had yet reclaimed.

And so, near moors he’s come to know,
Beneath weir’s shelt’ring silver sheen
One who once felt a godly touch
Now basks in songs of life serene.

Apprentice to famed Jacho Send,
And proved to be a minstrel’s friend,
He’ll forever be known, ‘tis said . . .
As Croaker, Lord of Lhuvenhead!


Laddy

[Arianna]

Will one of your incarnations be at the memorial to sing it ?


Its really nice.

[Ladellon]

Will one of your incarnations be at the memorial to sing it ?


Its really nice.

Thanks and nope. IC, it was written by Kalee and found by wanderers as a discarded notebook in her ruined belongings. She meant to sing it but I guess it'll be sconsidered her swan song (Croaker and Kalee ironically died on the same day in different locales.)

Laddy