This Winter Night

Colyne Stewart, Jan AS XXXVI (2002)

My armour is cold, in places too tight

My breath plumes around me

                                                This winter night

The Baron had called me, called me to fight

As I stood on the field

This winter night

The snow falls around me, heavy and white

Red banners flap slowly

                                                This winter night

A group of great geese go by me in flight

As I stand on the field

                                                This winter night

The charge had been called, I ran out to fight

Praying I’d live to see

                                                This winter night

The battle was met, and I filled with fright

Wishing that I’d still see

                                                This winter night

I fought with the foe, they filled all my sight

Their armour as black as

                                                This winter night

I heard my liege call from off on my right

I fought so he would see

                                                This winter night

The Baron was pressed from the left and right

The enemy pressed with

                                                All of their might

I threw myself forward on their blades bright

Still hoping I would see

                                                This winter night

The Baron still lives, we put them to flight

Though my armour is cold

                                                Stained red and white

My spirit flew past my teeth in a bite

As I laid dying on

                                                This winter night

The snow falls around me, heavy and white

Red banners flap slowly

                                                This winter night

My spirit still stands for my Baron’s light

As I stand on the field

                                                This winter night