Bladesinger Style in Twelve Stanzas

Any troll know is easy to smash
Is easy to crush and easy to bash;

Heads get dented and brain leak out
All over the ground in violent spout.

But Honour is thing that knight know well
On respect and fairness good squire dwell.

What it mean fight good with respect?
When knee are muddy and face blood-flecked?

Some simple tenet make easy to learn:
Let foe depart if want fight adjourn,

Just because enemy choose make retreat
That no make victory any less sweet;

Match might with might, no bring a big team
To obliterate enemy, as loath as may seem;

Surprise and advantage good tool to use,
But for lie or false tactic no be any excuse.

Style another thing Bladesinger know,
Fight with aplomb when deal the deathblow;

Complement thrust with parry and kick,
Vary all venoms, make infirmity stick,

Whip mount into frenzy, toss in good quip,
Well crafted jest can make anyone slip.

Fight like a Bardd, even if be a knight
So Una Brau sing epic to eulogize might.


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Miraman, in the year 444 AF.