His name was Valens and he was our king,
Great leader of huscarls, of him I do sing.
No reign lasts forever, this you well know
He called him his huscarls and readied to go.
Since ancient times they've guarded his throne,
But now he would leave them and they'd stand alone.
No safer a king in all the known lands
Than one with his huscarls with axes in hand.
From Brumbar to Angus, so new in those ranks,
Valens looked on his huscarls and gave them his thanks.
Then he took off his crown and said his goodbyes,
The throne sat empty where gold falcons fly.
Well armed huscarls standing so tall
Stood their ground and guarded the hall.
Knights guard the thrones in lands far and near,
But Valens chose huscarls to guard Calontir.
His name was Valens and he was our king,
Great leader of huscarls, of him I do sing.
Copyright Charles Dennison. Copyable within the Society for Creative Anachronism.