Patriarchs and Princes
Gathered from our kingdoms
Joined together on this Christmas
Raising frosty glasses
But like our ancient brother Beowulf
We drink to remember not to forget
Assembled in their mead hall
Cheering tales of strength and courage
Feasting on the spoils of victory
To honor heroes who secured their peace
So we gather with hearts glad
Not an empty chest among us
Living in a land of peace
Conquered by a mighty arm
A trinity of tyranny
Held us fast in slavish dread
Till our hero crossed the se
And in the strangest port he landed
Forty days in the wilderness
Battled he with our enemy
Till the arm of power over us
By his strength was torn free
The first beast beaten torn and bound
He climbed a mountain no man has tried
In dark clouds at its peak
to lure the beast his chest he barred
His arms spread wide heart exposed
The beast drew near from the shadows
Just as it barred its fangs and bit
Our hero’s arms closed tight to hold
Without our great afflicter in his grasp
Off the great height of that cliff he leapt
Falling far, embraced they fell
Splashing into a bottomless deep
Writhing struggling he held it fast
Till that beast felt eternal sleep
Twas no accident they took that swim
This deep the home of our final foe
Luks within an ancient gatekeeper
Its depths the cellar of all dead souls
The corpse of the conquered beast
Sinking in the darkness
The gatekeeper seeing, chasing
Cries “father no” broken by his weakness
Our hero drawing sword and swimming fast
Pierces through our last tyrant
Its father gone his power lost
He succumbed without a fight
Breaking forth to glorious day
He led great company to the light
He brought us out to life and peace
And spread his kingdom wide
Our king has slain the beasts
And called us to his side
So merry me we band of brothers
Raise your glass of malty charm
And spread his kingdom
With thine own brandished arm
Chet
Blair
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