User blog:Prard'ras'kleoni/The Taggerung(poem)
Grissoul
The Taggerung, The Taggerung
Sadly this song is sung,
Death and Plunder,
All and sunder,
Above and under,
Before the bell is rung!
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Oh for Rillflag,
Oh for Deyna,
Oh for those
who’ve died!
Filorn
Deyna, oh my Deyna,
For years at night I’ve cried!
Deyna, Deyna,
Might you have survived!
Mhera
Brother, dear Brother,
You can’t be found
Though we’ve tried.
That decided morn’
That fate came ‘round,
Please come back homeward bound!
Sawney Rath
Follow my son
And you shall see
That with me
The battle is won!
The Taggerung,
Yes! The Taggerung!
With war the Juskarath
Are done!
With rising of the sun,
The Juska song was sung,
Towards the dawn we marched,
‘till upon the river bank perched,
The lone otter, child in paw.
An arrow and he was ours!
Off we went, to escape sent,
Upon our task hellbent!
As time went on
His skills increased,
Through the years I raised him,
I his father, he my son.
But as time went on he began to see,
He was not like me!
Restless he became,
Skilled with the knife,
But not in death
The Taggerung ran,
Ha! I laugh at the name!
Taggerung! First my father,
Now a weasel of the water!
The title of Taggerung,
Mine by right!
Upon my soul, I swear it so!
The Taggerung shall die!
Antigra
The Taggerung, an otter! Preposterous!
My son shall hold the title,
The whining little wretch!
Through him I’ll grow to power,
By death or life
It matters not!
He down below, my soul has bought.
First Sawney down,
The otter whom holds the knife is next!