The History of the Kingdom of The West
Bardic Arts

With silver bands, we opened hands
And glad, took up the host
For those who hold, tradition told
A bard came with the post

We had no choice for minstrel voice
'Twas picked before our lot
But we must live with what fate gives
And John is what we got

Now John's a Pel, as all will tell
Chivalric, humble too
But on the stage, his presence reigns
To give the crowd their due

No slur made slight, no wrong made light
Will pass by him unknown
Till with his words, like battle's swords
He brings the unjust down

Like sharpest stings, these words he flings
As arrows to our foes
But subtle guile, behind his smile
As well directed prose

In evenings late, or solemn state
(when court becomes a bore)
He leaps on stage with fresh new page
To make us laugh once more

With dancing toes and Muppet Shows
He keeps us entertained
With gifts that last, we hold them fast
In joy at what we've gained

Though now at last, this realm to pass
For others now do guard
We free you now, but this our vow:
You'll always be our bard

"At their stepping down, Prince Hans and Princess Ceara asked me to write a piece for their bard John Theophilous." -- Margrethe Astrid Ravn

The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).