In the mountain lands of Atenveldt,
in green forest there is hid,
a little bit of paradise,
called the shire of Nathar Airgid.
To this peaceful place came warriors,
Men of courage and renown
to test each others mettle
and contend for Aten's crown.
The Atenveldt Crown Tourney,
was such a sight to see;
King Aaron said right from the start,
'Lets keep the fighting clean'
There was a Duke, some Counts, and Barons too
and a Viscount in a box
More knights than squires were in the list
When at last they cast their lots
The fighters showed great courtesy,
and astounding martial skill
But round by round were whittled down
until all but two were killed.
The Atenveldt Crown Tourney,
was such a sight to see,
A fine display of courtly grace
and fighting chivalry
In the final it was Yarl Mann,
and the one called Wild Thane,
although they both fought splendidly
Arthur’s sword had Yarl bane.
Well Tamira's got Arthur-itis,
and the Kingdom now does too,
Lets hope she controls the swelling,
in the head of you-know-who.
At the Atenveldt Crown Tourney
Its Honor before Victory
If you aspire to wear the crown
lock that in your memory.
May 1997
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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