Raid on Talmere/Bring the Prize Home to the Nest

This one wrote itself pretty quickly. I've tightened up some of the more awkward lines for reprinting here. Incidently, I've got a rudimentary melody worked out for it. Let me know if you are interested in hearing it sometime.


Raiding Talmere


The owl is a raptor that hunts in the night.
On moon-silent wings it glides in its flight,
Tracking its prey with unerring sight
To bring the prize home to the nest.

To bring the prize home to the nest.

You may think in the evening, to see the bird soar,
That feathers are soft and unfitted for war.
But that’s what the beak and sharp talons are for,
To bring the prize home to the nest.

To bring the prize home to the nest.

To the lords of Talmere our boasts have been made.
We’re challenged to meet them within their own glade
To back up our words with armor and blade;
To fight for the pride of our nest.

To fight for the pride of our nest.

Let fly our black owls to Talmere away.
Let those who would dare come and meet us to play.
Let honor and courage of arms rule the day
As we bring the prize home to our nest!

As we bring the prize home to our Nest!