Such loot that comes to Storvik
See we
heaped up here now!
True fighters are our folk;
Tremble our foes, thinking
Of blows made, battles won
Our ships laden with loot.
They lament lost treasure
Taken and
made our own.
Here rears a boar, ruthless,
Heart of
fire and ready
To rend and tear at fools
That come too close to tusks;
Wide copper snarl still bright
With green
worn but as badge.
Place him, honored, at prow
Putting
fear in foe-men!
Find here also a rose
Fresh from
far warm South-lands
Stitched in silk, shining like
Sunlight on azure seas.
Frost will fell her never;
Fit Flower
for Vikings!
Make room for her in hall,
May she
early bring spring!
-Written by Lord Morgan O'Lathlann, fili of the Royal Eastern College
of Bards and former Bard for the Barony of Carillion, Kingdom of the East, for
the Investiture of Lord Sean de la Mar and Lady Elizabeth Harlyn
as Baron and Baroness of Storvik, Kingdom of Atlantia,
March 25, AS XXXIX. The style is in drottkvaett, or
"prince's strophe"; a form of skaldic poetry originating from
Norwegian and Icelandic sources. See The
Compleat Anachronist #67,
"Ars Poetica Societatis", pages 16-18