Poetry of Wesnoth

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The Breaking of the Pact

(by Turin the Bard and Autolycus)

    When Haldric landed on this shore
    From oceans wide and deep,
    He had no scholars learn'd in lore,
    No kin, nor land to keep.

    So Haldric founded with his men
    The Land which poets sing,
    He named it Wesnoth, 'Verdant Glen',
    And ruled as lord and king.

    Now, in their forests dim and green,
    The Elves were hard at war,
    With villains they had never seen
    The likes of which before.

    The Orcs were harsh, the Orcs were fell,
    The Orcs were grim and mad;
    The Elves did hate these foes right well,
    Who killed them and were glad.

    The Elves sent messengers that day
    Who hoped to save their land;
    They went to Wesnoth far away,
    And found the race of Man.

    The race of Men, a short-lived breed,
    Could sicken, fail and die;
    But in that hour the Elves had need,
    Brave hearts did Man supply.

    Across a field of shattered foes
    The Elves and Men took oath,
    To help with swords and spears and bows,
    Though now 'twas peace for both.

    Haldric still lived in times that came,
    When Orcs attacked again;
    The Elves lit bright the beacon flame,
    For Haldric's valiant men.

    Then came the night, the battle flared,
    From sunset until dawn;
    The Elves fought hard, and strove, and dared
    For Haldric's hope at morn.

    But as the Elves began to fall,
    (Will Haldric's shieldmen hear?)
    Their doubt and darkness covered all
    (Where are his sword and spear?)

    Their oath betrayed, their fury spent,
    They steeled themselves to die;
    But from a last beleaguered tent
    Came forth a mighty cry.

    Belian the Mighty raised his sword,
    To slay Orcs far and near;
    The flame he bore, his lifting word,
    They saved the land held dear.

    The Orcs held firm, though grave their plight,
    With Belian on the field;
    The Elves, hard-pressed to turn the fight,
    Missed sorely Haldric's shield.

    But then the sun rose in the East
    And Belian's head crowned gold;
    The elves surged forth o'er Orc and beast
    To slaughter them tenfold.

    No Orcs remained, the field was clear,
    The Elves had won the day;
    But none of Haldric did appear
    From Wesnoth far away.

    So in that hour, the pact foresworn,
    Elves bitter words did say;
    And sent no aid when Orcish morn
    Lit Wesnoth far away.

An Untitled Poem about Gwiti Ha atel

by Elvish Pillager and Autolycus

   A necromancer cold as lead,
   a battle fought by Ezren's stone;
   he raised the corpses of the dead
   and made his eldritch power known.

   He through the darkness called to those,
   the shades who heard from nether shore
   who came to him, who dead arose;
   They took his life and left no more.

   They turned him into dark undead
   to rise again, in evil bound;
   he sought the living, blood to shed,
   that they might be in undeath drowned.

   The living cast him from the land
   to perish on the ocean waves;
   but he survived, and raised his hand
   and sent foul monsters to their graves.

   His brother then he came upon
   and slew him with his undead hosts
   and kept them marching on and on
   to those who cast him from their coasts.

   Then Leganoth came unto him -
   a spirit great, of darkness made -
   to steal the Skull from orcish limb
   of Agarash, the spirit bade.

   But half the skull was not enough;
   he cast the spirit from this plane
   and fought great battles with his staff
   for old Crelanu's book, his bane.

   The tome he wrested from its grove
   where Orcs and Elves were long at war;
   for he with Walking Corpses strove
   to seize the book, and wanted more.

   An army then accosted him
   and he defeated it with ease;
   but Paladins came after them
   and undead vanished in the breeze.

   He fled unto a mountain pass,
   and came to gates of Dwarvish realms
   where foes fought him until at last
   his armies crushed their shields and helms.

   There half the Skull of Agarash
   was hidden in the ancient caves;
   he fought another mighty clash
   and made another field of graves.

   But Orc steals skull and leaves alone,
   and boulders fall and he is trapped;
   yet minions dig a way through stone
   and he falls not in darkness wrapped.

See Also

• WesnothHistory