Ximruccilim
Silvertongue
Back a thousand years or mair,
When the land was lush and vert,
And full of freshness was the air,
A Saxon man was hunting hare.
This Saxon man was young and fair,
Strong and far too full of dare.
He leapt atop and rode his mare
Into the forest, free of care.
This forest’s look could hardly scare,
But near within it was a lair
(This warning every sage would swear)
Of mighty beasts that flesh would tear.
These mighty beasts awaited there
The young man, and a meal rare,
As, altogether unaware,
Into their demesne he fared.
This dark demesne did hold a square
Where the earth was flat and bare,
And, altogether unprepared,
He lighted here, yet full of flair.
This lighting on the ground declared
His presence to his flesh’s heirs.
Before he’d set a single snare,
A rustle made him come aware.
This rustle in his young ears blared.
Towards its spot he spun and stared.
Betwixt the trees he saw a pair
Of red eyes that in shadows flared.
These red eyes hung in black midair.
Their malice words could never share,
And when the young man met their glare,
He hung his head, and said his prayers.
This hung head knew now – he had erred.
His heart was filled with full despair.
His body would ‘tween beasts be shared,
And only bones would lie there, spared.
His bones have blown to who-knows-where?
But of his folly ye beware.
His mark upon the flat lies e’er.
Behold the hapless prey of bears.
When the land was lush and vert,
And full of freshness was the air,
A Saxon man was hunting hare.
This Saxon man was young and fair,
Strong and far too full of dare.
He leapt atop and rode his mare
Into the forest, free of care.
This forest’s look could hardly scare,
But near within it was a lair
(This warning every sage would swear)
Of mighty beasts that flesh would tear.
These mighty beasts awaited there
The young man, and a meal rare,
As, altogether unaware,
Into their demesne he fared.
This dark demesne did hold a square
Where the earth was flat and bare,
And, altogether unprepared,
He lighted here, yet full of flair.
This lighting on the ground declared
His presence to his flesh’s heirs.
Before he’d set a single snare,
A rustle made him come aware.
This rustle in his young ears blared.
Towards its spot he spun and stared.
Betwixt the trees he saw a pair
Of red eyes that in shadows flared.
These red eyes hung in black midair.
Their malice words could never share,
And when the young man met their glare,
He hung his head, and said his prayers.
This hung head knew now – he had erred.
His heart was filled with full despair.
His body would ‘tween beasts be shared,
And only bones would lie there, spared.
His bones have blown to who-knows-where?
But of his folly ye beware.
His mark upon the flat lies e’er.
Behold the hapless prey of bears.
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