Gregoryi Tales – The Song Of Siston
By Sam Lann
Published by Sam Lann at Smashwords
Copyright 2018 Sam Lann
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The Song of Siston (The Northern Song)
This is The Song of Siston
(And how King Harld did wrong)
Harld got the throne
For gold he left home
Took the club of strife
Made war his short life
To the North he'd go
His might he'd show
Wise men in schools
Said he's a fool
Newton's walls as told
Were solid as gold
Temp'ton owned the land
Nowhere to stand
Siston was too bold
Its gates open to all
They thought a quick surrender
With lots of easy plunder
Guardian said to stay
The Ladies made them safe
They were The Pretty Nine
The likeness was divine
Courtyard folk did sigh
As carvings came to life
And took the short walk
To Lord Harld a talk
They walked into the breach
The men within their reach
There were no screams or shouts
The Ladies put men to rout
Punches shattered shields
Battered men did yield
Their swordarms they were broken
A fury they had awoken
The Ladies plowed them through
The castoffs flew
They gave no quarter
Nor did they slaughter
The deed had been done
They'd clearly won
They turned about
And left without a shout
All the Pretty Nine
Went back inside
The Lord's men were half
But half was enough
Harld wouldn't give up
Harld would get it done
He rallied his men
In lines of ten
And lead the march
Moving fast
The Sisters of The Gate
Stood up straight
They were nine feet high
Bigger than Biggy sized
They raised nine foot swords
Waved them for all
With a rolling gait
They left The Gate
Harld's horse reared
The Sisters were near
The Guardian was agrin
The Sisters set upon him
His horse it would not bolt
The men came to a halt
Like an oyster he was shucked
His tail neatly tucked
A voice of thunder spoke
GO! GO!
They swatted men aside
Like noisy little flies
The Sisters saw them off
Their battle they had lost
With swordarms raised
folk The Sisters praised
Their swords they brought together
To form an arch forever.
The Song of Siston (The Southern Song)
Lord Harld had got the throne
With coffers empty he'd left home.
He picked up the clubs of strife
And made war his shorter life.
To the richer North he'd go
There his might he'd show.
The wooden gates would fall
To iron bolts six foot tall.
His men would then march in
Such a killing such a din.
The long march they did take
Bad feelings wouldn't shake.
The walls of Newton as told
Were as solid as the gold.
The wise men of the schools
Said he sailed a ship of fools.
Templeton owned the land
There was nowhere left to stand.
New Siston was too bold
Its wooden gates open for all.
The safety had been sold
Protection of The Lady foretold.
At last they saw the gates
King Harld's hunger he would slake.
What was yours he would take
But this was not his day.
For fighters did come out
From townsfolk not a shout.
A dozen carvings alive
To give the King a stony strife.
With punches kicks and slaps
They drove bewildered men back.
They kicked them in the pants
And stopped the King's advance.
But the King did not retreat
This was not to be a defeat.
The carvings walked back home
And became no more than stone.
T'was a standoff until noon
Harld needed something soon.
The soldiers let out a gasp
Harld was all aghast.
The Guardians of the gate
Sat up and stood straight.
The gate they did close
With Harld's men they did close.
Biggy tall with six foot blades
Men did shit without shame.
Through the men they did wade
Little toys to be played.
With flat of blade they did slap
Men sent flying with a whack.
Pushed on through and Harld unhorsed
And stripped him raw of course.
Naked bruised battered beaten
Men ran home with what they'd eaten.