Seventeen years ago born of the West
Though vast are the leagues 'cross the sea
Watchful, the King a good steward would have
Until His heir claims victory.
And though we be the last of our kind
Stronger than ever the call
To serve our dear Lochac in peace or in war
Bringing great honor to all
Until our own King claims this hall.
Lady, I'd make you Princess of this land
Unswerving devotion I swear
Take now this coronet won by my hand
Say that my burden you'll share.
Together we lead a folk fearsome and proud
Great glory to Lochac they bring
Watchful the steward their lands for a time
Until Lochac chooses her King.
"For the last Prince and Princess of Lochac, wonderful and much loved people." -- Ivone Pons Leyr
Performed for Gwayne and Yve, the last Prince and Princess of Lochac, at Rowany Festival (at which the first Crown Lists for Lochac were held), AS XXXVI (April, 2002). This was written and performed while Ivone was Bard of the West.
Copyright ©2002 Yvonne K. Reynolds
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