Author unknown.
Lion’s Mane, and Avalon’s Crest,
Chosen of Mithras, Lord of the Sun,
A Toast to Reaver, and Guardians Best,
Ward of Fulcrum, Order of the One,
So cast back your mind to gentler seas,
The rolling hills,and a soft sea breeze,
When Pendragon left Avalon Fair,
Trapped Behind a Magical lair,
Of Merthun’s, spells, and Dragon’s Breath,
Abandoned thus, a land bereft,
Of man.
Lion’s Mane, and Avalon’s Crest,
Chosen of Mithras, Lord of the Sun,
A Toast to Reaver, and Guardians Best,
Ward of Fulcrum, Order of the One,
Yet Mithras call came ‘pon the wind,
To farming folk, who hadn’t sinned,
Brave Matthew first to Gather all,
And Vorlan next who carried call,
Unite my friend’s in Avalon’s need.
And Estrag founded first the creed,
Of One.
Lion’s Mane, and Avalon’s Crest,
Chosen of Mithras, Lord of the Sun,
A Toast to Reaver, and Guardians Best,
Ward of Fulcrum, Order of the One,
So shepherds gathered round the hill,
And Farmers all, defended still,
For evil lurked within the land,
And formed itself a dangerous band,
Yet Vorlan did no Harvest Reap,
And instead built Masive Fulcrum’s Keep,
To Hold.
Lions’s Mane, and Avalon’s Crest,
Chosen of Mithras, Lord of the Sun,
A Toast to Reaver, and Guardians Best,
Ward of Fulcrum, Order of the One,
Twenty Five score years did Fulcrum last.
Till Magic wast no longer fast,
And Lions came unto the land,
Though seen as first as Chaos Hand,
Were welcome all unto the keep,
Though kept away from Reaver’s Sheep
And all.
Lion’s Mane, and Avalon’s Crest,
Chosen of Mithras, Lord of the Sun,
A Toast to Reaver, and Guardians Best,
Ward of Fulcrum, Order of the One,
And now a Tale of Stoneybridge,
A dozen miles across the ridge,
For none have ever been to their,
Out of respect for Guinevere,
Ask of the Warden he will know,
The time at last for tears to Flow.
Lion’s Mane, and Avalon’s Crest,
Chosen of Mithras, Lord of the Sun,
A Toast to Reaver, and Guardians Best,
Ward of Fulcrum, Order of the One,