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

Wrītan by : Elwynn Ward

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



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