The Guild Fanucci

Nordskogen Reborn
© 2005 Kathryn Kibellus

The North Star observed our group long ago.
It saw us born into this land of snow.
Where now we are thriving, we would have died young,
If Bridget and Caradoc these words had not sung:

Put no wrathful sword in my hand.
Put a song on my lips instead.
Let us be friends to all in these lands.
And where no group stood, let us here stand.

Encouraging science, music, and lore,
Bridget looked for ways to inspire more.
A flower herself, she gave her people hope
Or, Vert, and Purpure: the Heliotrope.

And those who came early and those who stayed late
To set up and clean up – duties people hate –
They asked for no “thank you” and set hearts to ease.
The Baronial Broom was created for these.

Put no wrathful sword in my hand.
Put a song on my lips instead.
Let us gather to better our lands.
And where no group stood, let us here stand.

The battle horns called one bright summer day.
And Caradoc turned to his people to say,
“This is our chance! Join me! To battle I ride!”
And he went to war with just one man beside.

Lord Lachlann rode with his baron to war.
They joined the Queen’s Guard and their oaths they swore
To keep Her Majesty safely from harm
And show the known world a Nordskogen reborn!

Put no wrathful sword in my hand.
Put a song on my lips instead.
Let us fight to protect our lands.
And where no group stood, let us here stand.

This task was not easy, yet for them seemed so.
For jovial courts and smiles they would show.
And like a golden dawn that comes after rain,
Bridget and Caradoc held to their refrain:

Put no wrathful sword in my hand.
Put a song on my lips instead.
Let us sing now of our joyous lands!
For where no group stood, Nordskogen stands!