Baby's Tale

Lord Balantine
The finest arms have names which everyone knows well
Of tales of mighty champions whose glory rose and fell
With rapture children listen, with awe the bards do tell
Of honor won in wielding, of glory none would sell

A treasured few in number survive the bitter test
Absorbing well the blows of contests fought with zest
Continuing through the struggle when others would seek rest
To prove themselves with valor and be the very best

One such blade called "Baby", massive, black and old
Was wielded by Lord Aonghus in battle strong and bold
In fear the dead would tremble, what blood they had ran cold
At just the sight of "Baby" they fled, or so I'm told

The Great Blade brought much glory and victories, tis true
And with each passing battle the awesome stories grew
Twelve stood against the hoards, in number they were few
But in their hearts was loyalty, and with them honor grew

The sword served well in battle, brought cursed souls release
And when the fields grew quiet, its service did nae cease
Dubbed lightly on both shoulders, the worthy did increase
For Justice is its mission in times of war or peace

Lord Aonghus showed us all how to live up to the Code
And forged deep in our hearts a permanent abode
His kindness and his mercy helped bear the heavy load
And as a True Knight passes, into the sunset rode

The House called Daingneach Onoir still stands for fair and right
Teaching all in Wehnimer's of chivalry and light
Serving both in peace and war with wisdom, truth and might
With "Baby" leading on the way, whether day or night