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Hengest and Vortigern - for my children 
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Father, father sing me a song.
One of heroes, and days long gone.

At first father laughed and nodded his head.
He smiled for a second and then he said:

"I will sing you a song, of men whose blood you share."
"But you you cannot forget them, this must swear!"

There once was a king of Britain; and Vortigern was his name.
Whose castles and great riches; created stories of fame.

A people of books and laws; they had no stomach to fight.
Against the northern folk; who raided during the night.

So Vortigern looked elsewhere; beyond his Island home.
Others would fight his wars, just like the people of Rome.

He searched the lands across the sea; in the land of Saxony.
There he found Hengest, who battle made glee.

Vortigern asked the Saxons, to come with axe and sword;
and settle Eastern Britain was their peoples reward.

Vortigern thought himself clever, having not spent a cent;.
For the lands the Saxons settled, was not worth the rent.

The wars proved costly, in Saxon limb and life;.
Many men had fallen, to Scottish spear and knife.

Yet the Saxons triumphed no thanks to their British lords;
who cared only for their golden hoards.

With the wars over, Vortigern turned on his friends,
he demanded Hengest's daughter or that the alliance ends.

Vortigern wanted back, the land he freely gave,
the Saxons he wanted to subjegate and enslave.

In the womb of Rowena, he planned to put a son;
who could claim the lands, the lands the Saxons had won.


Hengest sought out a seidr, a woman who could see the strands;
of fates woven fleece, for people and their lands.

"Vortigern will betray you, and take your daughter as his prize.
It is better to fight, than believe in British lies."

Hengest thought hard, on what the seidr had said;
In the end he deceided to strike the British head.

He invited every noble, to a feast in an open field,
to share a drink, under peace's noble shield.

Vortigern had come expecting Rowennas hand,
and at the same time, take Hengest's land.

Side by side they sat, Saxon and British folk.
They all sat and listened, as Hengest spoke.

"How can you know the price, for something you have not paid?;
It was an iron price for the kingdom we have made.

"We are the Angles and Saxons, warriors proud and strong.
When your people are at stake no war can be wrong."

"Vortigern comes for my daughter, but we must do something first;
Lets us share our drinks, let us quench our thirst."

A solemn toast was made, and every man raised his horn;
but quick moment the alliance was at once shorn.

Every Saxon man, carried a knife next to his breast;
turning to his left, stabbed a Briton in the chest.

Vortigern watched in horror, as his nobles were put to the knife;.
Though Hengest had drawn his sword, he spared the king's life.

The Saxons then marched, on Vortigerns great hall;
killing the all the Britons, slaying them one and all.

Vortigern watched, as his son fell by Saxons hands,
he also had to watch as they stole his lands.

"I know you hide some treasures here in this very hall;
you will tell your secrets! You will tell them all!"

Vortigerns wept at Hengest's feet, who had no mercy for the man.
Vortigern had reduced himself, to act like a cowardly lamb.

"Beneath our feet where we stand, beneath this wooden floor;
You'll find the British treasure, since the king's of yore."

The Saxons began chopping, chopping with all their might,
they swung their heavy axes, well into the night.

When atlast they spotted treasure, when all the logs were apart;
with mound of gold, higher than a Roman cart

Many shirts of mail and swords of steel too,
the Saxons couldn't believe their eyes, it couldn't possibly be true.

Enraged Hengest had Vortigern, thrown in heavy chains;
once a mighty king, stood naked in heavy rains.

"I beg of you Hengest! To give me food and drink!
Have you no honour?! How low can a man sink?"

It was not long after, that Hengest would appear;
he came with a cup filled of gold, and plate of war gear.

"What kind of trick is this? I can't eat all this stuff?;
Has your cruelty have no end? Have I not had enough?"


At first Hengest laughed, before he turned and said;
"You would rather hoard this, then let you people be fed"

"If you can't eat it, what use it to you?
This is why men who die for you, number in so few."

"If you had given them gold, and these weapons and armor too;
you would not have needed us, this is all because of you."

Vortigern was shocked, as he knew Hengest was right;
he and his nobles greed, were the reason his people lacked might.

For years long after, the Saxons and Britons fought;
from bitter defeat, many lessons were taught.

Many years later the Britons had a second chance;
under a King named Arthur, who fought with sword and Lance.

But that is a story for another place and another time and another rhyme.


Mon May 01, 2017 11:02 pm
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Words escape me for the brilliance of this piece. You are a true Bard my friend. Wonderful tales you tell. Thank you. Stormr


Tue May 02, 2017 12:57 am
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This is a very well thought out and creative way of teaching the Lore!
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Fri May 05, 2017 2:47 am
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