Hærken Seeketh Drummer

Hærken Seeketh Drummer

Posted by on Mar 18, 2014 in Hear Ye | 0 comments

Hærken Seeketh Drummer

Hærk! good comrades, heed our call
And lysten our laye of woe
A hole! a hollow! hath come to be
Atop our drummer’s throne!

From far and wide to high and low
Our scour long since begun
And yet – alas – no gain; no weal
Emissaries bring not one!

A stout brave soul alone can end
This curse those Norns aweave,
Arise, “Sir Whosoe’er”, to our charge
And filleth, anon, yon seat!

So tarry ye not, good folk, make haste
With no ado whatever,
To wit, percussive plebians and peers
Prithee, do send thy word hither!