June 6, 2016 by phicks2012
The following is a verse written for my monthly SCA Newsletter, The Equinox, for the Shire of Sol Haven, and celebrates the ceremony of swearing fealty to the Crowns.
We kneel in homage, eyes uplifted there
Before the puissant Thrones. A sword is drawn,
And, lustrous, seems to hang upon the air,
Symbolic and incarnate. Full upon
The silvered blade we place undaunted hands.
The steel is cold, yet upon shoulders bowed
The touch of others, kindred of our lands,
Is warm, and by that warmth we are endowed
With courage. So too, in the radiant Crown
Do we find succor, strength, and gentlesse,
And in the ancient, solemn oaths the sounds
Of honor and of valor are expressed.
In homage we are born; in fealty named.
We grow in honor and humility,
And rise to seek the dream, all unashamed,
Ennobled thus by our own hearts’ decree.
[June 6th, A.S. XXIX, 1994]