Ljoðahà ttr

Sir Halfdan Haraldsson
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney A.S. XLIII

Ljoðahàttr

Deyr fè
Deyja frændr
Deyr sjàlfr ið sama
En orðstìr
Deyr aldregi
Hveim er sèr gòðan getr

Warrior stalks to
Waiting field,
Battle torch bright
In summer sun,
Searching boldly
The crown to claim.

The ravens circle,
Raucous watchers.
They will get their due.
First to fall,
Fierce Rudolf Fekter,
His bone house battered.

Lorccan next, Irish
Lord, laid low
By Halfdan’s blade.
But Jarl Drogo deals
Deadly blows
Driving Halfdan down to the dust.

Any knight so named
Knows, each warrior he
Faces may wield his fate.
Sir Willhelm strikes,
Swift death dealer.
Halfdan’s hopes are dashed.

In battle fierce,
Bold Halfdan faced
Four noble foes.
He could not
Claim the crown, but
His honor held, untarnished.

Cattle die.
Kinsmen die.
All men are mortal.
Words of praise
Never perish
Nor a noble name.

— THLady Mary Dedwydd verch Gwallter

... Mary is a Welshwoman who traveled from 11th century Wales to Córdoba in Southern Spain, where she enjoys regular sunshine and abundant poetry.

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