For Wat of Sarum (Pennsic XXXI)

Colyne Stewart, Aug. AS XXXVII (2003)

From the Cliffs of Ardchreag

Comes Wat of Sarum

His white robes stained red

With his life’s blood

And that of his enemies.

Not expected at War he came

And stood with the Isen.

White bear roaring on his chest,

He fought in every battle

Partook in every melee,

Fought with bravery and courage

And a ready smile.

On the bridge he was THE might of Septentria

Fighting on his own for us all,

Fighting with the strength of seven men.

All this, and more, he did for us.

All this he did, though he was not oath-sworn.

When War was done Wat was called to court,

He swore as Isengesitha,

Was given an armband by Cynred,

Given a Bear’s Claw by Gaerwen.

Wat, the bravest of us all.

A Certain Lord of Sarum Ponders Existence

By Colyne Stewart

I wear a tunic white with a cross upon the chest

The drinking of wine the part of church that I like the best

a cup in one hand and a girl pressed close to my breast

i say when cold and dead there is ample time for rest

i fight with noble and worthy knights who know my place

who with strong swords strike me blows acorss my face

at graoning tables for a gfeast they save me space

ah truly my life is filled with naught but comely grace

a house of stars has come to earth to pick me up

at pennsic war with them i swear to drink and sup

ah with sweet bacchus' blood to fill my cup

and a lovely lass on my lap will bring things up

to impress my lord and ducal knight i humbly eat

while listening to his tales and outright lies down by his feet

six plump sausages with the trimmings all replete

ah bread wrapped porcine flesh is oh so sweet

across the country i travel and i fight to win

though the holy father tells me my life is riff with sin

i cannont hear his lecture over taproom's roaring din

as i sit and drink and eat in every country inn

one day my shield will be slow and wounded i will die

in stately dress and clean of face in coffin placed to lie

while looking down from heaven i'll be standing by

with cup in hand, girl in arm, and a twinkle in my eye