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We will march…out…with Kriegsturm onto a battlefield
Sea of black and white upon tabards and our shields
There is no better battle my sword will ever see
A dozen worthy brothers and sisters here with me.
You  see a wall of sable line up in the dawn
If you are a foeman you best be moving on
Be a friend […]

Years
© 2005 George Reed

When I first esquired to a noble knight
My heart was brimming, sword and future bright
We followed king and kin–to distant places see
And it’s been ten years since he promised victory.
Ten years of crusading to the same bitter walls
Ten years of us hating the way our fellows fall
Ten years of praying that someday […]

Where the waters run clear
© 2005 George Reed
Where the waters run clear by a great northern mere
and cities in pair meet the sky.
Where music is fine and subtle as wine
and the songs of long gone are let fly.
When a falcon may call in breaking of fall
You can hear a melody play.
It rarely is heard amid […]

Whereever
© 2005 George Reed
Wherever you will be out upon the sea
Of life, my best joins you there.
Wherever you may come when your day is done
Many smiles may you share.
Out upon the sea or to landward be
You will never be alone.
Flying far and free you will always see
A path leading you back home
For the Sun knows […]

In these days of new crusades, perhaps a song about the old ones is appropriate…
Where
© 2005 George Reed
Tell me Where? Where is my son?
Wherever has he gone? Whatever have you done?
I raised him from a boy into a man, you see.
Now his no more, but a fading memory.
For ten and seven summers he ran and […]

What grain of sand
© 2005 George Reed
What grain of sand caught in the wind was last to spy him there…
What gust of wind on bitter plain ran to the bitter glare…
What glare shone forth in morning long when harrowed was the day…
What day was this whose needful deeds took a friend away…
How many are the […]

It came to pass that at a Candlemas event held one snowy Valentines day in the southern reaches of the Middle Kingdom, there was a great auction where many laurels of the land had donated wares and crafts and commissions to allow the King’s travels to better continue.
Midway through this venture, an item came up […]

Traveling
© 2005 George Reed
Traveling the north roads a vision came to me.
Caravans lead onward to where such visions be.
Caravans brought magic forth in every form.
All the stuff in legends told by winter fire warm.
A look at where I’m going, a glance at where I’ve been.
A view with crystal clarity, outside looking in.
Many folk will gather […]

It’s Eliane’s fault, even if I started it eleven years before I met her
Viking Rap
© 2005 George Reed
I’m a home boy viking and I like to row…
I get in the longship and away we go
gonna hit the shore by a saxon village
remember to burn AFTER we pillage uh huh..
Well the summer voyage didn’t go that […]

Well, it was a great weekend for running away to KW Cooks and Bards in Sunny Windhaven. The hospitality of the North lived up to legend, and it was a rare gathering of friends old and new. In proper faheud fashion, the thank you is written in song….
The Wheel
© 2005 George Reed
And the Wheel…slowly turns, […]