A Riddle
Short Description:
A riddle in the style of those from the Anglo Saxon "Exeter Book," entered in the Poeta Atlantiae competition, A.S. 54.
Poem (Canso):
I am a thing that thanes covet
that foemen fear and few will earn.
Gold without glitter, gems or baubles.
Many members make a circle
for we are linked and living as one.
Battle-brave warriors will break themselves,
to earn my yoke for years men will toil.
See how I bind the best of them.
Fettered, they will free the weakest.
But he who would bow not to bondage, but power,
rather wield than wear this shackle
brings to his brothers bane, and dishonor,
brings to his sisters sorrow, injustice.
Symbol of prowess? Symbol of honor?
Symbol of service? Say what my name is.
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