Prinns Chærmengt - Poems by Elwynn Ward
A little bit of a weird poem. It's like a hybrid of Old, Middle, and Modern English. The context behind this is actually in the book I'm writing. Anyway one last thing, two terms, 'Denihal' and 'Arcilla' that are from there.
In terms of the English used: '-a hybrid of Old, Middle, and Modern English' The story itself is in Modern English for sake of readability, but this hybridization is the 'in-lore' English being spoken. Anyway, enjoy!
Prinns Chærmengt
Āhnly ǣfer ænes yn a tyme
Dōdst faidh tōh hope an’ hero rhyme
Midst thē cyngdōm’s gylden schyne
Swā too ārīsan him sublyme
Thy wyrds beseece thē libbing’s heært
Fram yēow thē Denihal ys thwært
Cyng tōh bē oūre lufe thou’rt
Tōh men oth’thē waif yēowr law ys ært
Goedly heafenn quiets thēnn
Scheolde greatēr sohns af l’weardly menn
Schone thrēatained tōh causation an’
Praiche iustefaid yf by ther enn’de
A wel fytt corun sēes nought subvaert
Nour a tyme hwenne tōh assaert
Thæt reulyng well’s yn hands widh hurte
Swych āhnly mæst a weruld pervaert
Prinns af liht hwām frie deliefer
Māche aul eyfels upon ūs cwifer
Cruis bineith thē snache hwiche slidder
Arcilla tōh ūs bē oūre forgiefer
ZEERDANK 2024
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