Print

Print


Brilliant! Very well written; that court was an event that will likely go down in Calon legend and lore for years to come.
-Johann


________________________________
From: Zsigmond Szekely <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] 
Sent: Monday, June 17, 2013 10:27 AM
Subject: [CALONTIR] Fwd: [Gleann Abhann] This was penned by my foster apprentice sister...

Thought I would forward this. 

Gyula Szekely Zsigmond aka Zsiggy 
---------- Forwarded message ----------From: Brad Moore <mailto:[log in to unmask]>Date: Sun, Jun 16, 2013 at 11:13 PMSubject: [Gleann Abhann] This was penned by my foster apprentice sister...To: Gleann Abhann <[log in to unmask]> 
Brad Moore posted in Gleann Abhann
 Brad Moore 11:13pm Jun 16  
This was penned by my foster apprentice sister Aline Swynbrook this afternoon, following HRM Jon the Tall rescuing a number of the populace of the Kingdom of Calontir from a potential catastrophe at The War of the Lilies. A major storm, with 70+mph winds swept in from nowhere during Royal court. The massive pavilion the court had assembled under began to fail in the winds, and one of the great timbers shook loose and began to fall. HRM Jon stood and caught the timber on his shoulder and held it fast, preventing several small children from being crushed. Here is THL Aline's song, in fine Calon tradition:Big Tall JonFriday morning at the war, they could see him arrive.He stood 6 foot 9, weighed 275.Kind of broad at the shoulders, with arms of great might.And all knew he'd be a hell of a fight, this Big Jon.Big JonBig JonBig Tall JonBig JonEverybody seemed to know where Jon called homeDown in Gleann Abhann where the gators roam,He didn't say much, as he
 surveyed the fieldAnd when he threw a good blow, his opponents would always yield, to Big Jon.Somebody said he came from Small Grey Bear,Where he fought in Crown to make Emma Queen.Now he sat the throne and was well loved in the landAnd so he came to Lilies to lends the Calons a hand.Big JonBig JonBig Tall JonBig JonThen came the day at closing court in a great large tentWhen the lightning flashed and the sky was rent.Poles started swaying, and started to falland everybody thought they had seen their allcept' Jon.Through the wind and rain of that awful stormwalked a king of a man and stood up to ThorGrabbed a falling pole and shouldered it firmand like a giant oak tree he just stood there determine, Big Jon.Big JonBig JonBig Tall JonBig JonAnd with his strength, he kept that tent in the skyAs the populace and the children went running byAnd he stood firm, though the pole was trying to shakeLike a tower riding out an earthquake, Big Jon.After a while,
 the winds all calmed downAnd his Majesty set the pole on the ground.And his strength had saved many that dayWhen he held against Thor til the storms passed away, did Big JonBig JonBig JonBig Tall JonBig JonNow tents were lost all over the site,And many retreated to inns for the nightWhen all headed home, Her Highness Isabell proclaimed,'Gleann Abhann's King deserves great word fame, Big Jon'Big JonBig JonBig Tall Jon D TallBig Jon.Rebecca Williams von Groote  
 
View Post on Facebook  Edit Email Settings  Reply to this email to add a comment.