The Seven colors in mantle here
the golden branch in hand
Tis said I follow another's path
who stood where I now stand
Her face and voice are with me now
yet still you cannot see
I am my mother's daughter
but that's not what I will beThe mace I carried against the foe
to keep all safe and warm
and one before fought council's rule
and all who wished us harm
His hands and deeds grow through my own
a branch from stout oak tree
I am my father's daughter
still that's not what I will beIn war I served both Prince and King
with spears and arrows' flight
The hearalding horn I sounded clear
made witness peer and knight
I go wherever they may command
and follow in loyalty
I am my people's daughter
yet that's not what I will beMy friends and kin have bound me here
but bonds are my own choice
They give me strength to face the world
add courage to my voice
In tree and roots my soul is forged
from hills to rolling sea
I am my homeland's daughter
and that thought sets me freeI am my Mistland's daughter
and that is what I will be.
Written for Mists Fall Investiture, As Outgoing Bard [of the Mists]:
"For much of the time that I have spent in the SCA, I have always been known in some respect as my parent's daughter. When I traveled to Pennsic, I was amazed at how differently I was treated. This was written at Pennsic." -- Margrethe Astrid Ravn
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