Bergen von Rauch came forth on the field,
Sword on his arm, and hand on his shield,
And swore to his foes that their doom would be sealed.
He'd smite them to ribbons with razor-sharp shield
And block all their blows with swift-dancing sword
And show them that Shastans could not be ignored.
Alas that his sword did not block all their blows,
His razor-sharp shield did not sever his foes.
Although he struck bravely a most fearsome pose,
With gnashing of teeth and with snorting of nose,
With sword he was struck and with pike he was gored,
And Shastans, while noticed, were mostly abhorred.
"Long ago, the West Kingdom bards decided to produce poems for every fighter in each crown lists. We carried this on for several years before finally faltering. A large number of bards were required, since the lists kept getting larger and eventually the effort involved wore us out. Even so, we published two volumes of the best of the fighter poems. I was president of the college of bards of the West Kingdom at that time and I regard that effort as perhaps the most satisfying thing I ever achieved in the SCA." -- Steven MacEanruig
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).