The Battle of Estrella Field

In the dusty middle morning
Quiet sun baked quiet ground
Wolf hid silent, birds stayed nesting
The earth lay muzzled, not a sound

On the dusty field there gathered
Doom and destiny both bound
Armies twined in deathly raiment
Waiting for the trumpet sound

King of hart and King of sun stood
Disagreed in difference faced
Minded to decide the matter
With their troops by sword and mace

With the bright King of the Sun
Stood Artemisia the proud
Quick and fleet and sharp and deadly
Golden pile on blackened ground

They feared not the mighty army
They stood firm upon the field
For they fought with their strong ally
Drachenwald, who never yield

Drachenwald from mighty Europe
Africa and Araby
Fighters of the Dragon Wood
Stood with Artemisia

As a smithy's white-hot furnace
Born in blood, baptised in war
Shriven shield, broken war sword
Know ye Aarnimetsä

Large and loud or tall and strong
Stood Nordmark's sons ne'er battle shy
To them war was but a party
"Festen" was their battle cry

From the Isle of Mystic Arthur
Insula Draconis large
Pont-a-larc and Flintheath there to
Temper souls in battle's forge

Galls and Irish filled the fierce ranks
Drachenwald's most mighty force
Ready for their noble leader
To do battle on the field

Entered first with mighty hissing
Dragon Guard there black as death to
Thin the mighty from the meagre
Leaving through none but the best

Entered then as final reaper
A steadfast knight with blackened shield
To give the honour of single combat
To any worthy on the field.

Entered finally mighty Elffin
King of Main, Rhone, Rhine and Elbe
Ruling Rockall to the Urals
Lands from Frost to Cape he held

Gripped he with each hand a broadsword
To contest more foes a time he
Shirked the shield and feared not arrow
Shouted he the warrior's cry

Arrows rained and pike met breastplate
Axe clove helm and shield met blade
Spear tips blunted, maces broken
Widows, orphans, there were made

Sun set on the dusty field
Honour there of blood was found
Swords were sheathed and pikes were shouldered
Marched the victor, homeward bound

 
 

(after the fashion of Anglo-Saxon poetry)