Ronan O’Faelan-Silver Mantle

I remember yet the giant of Stonemarche,
Who gave us love in the days gone by;
Baronies I knew, the many in the Kingdom
With sharp wit and sharp blade. None to rival his
Of old was the age when Ronan lived;
Sea nor cool waves nor sand there were;
Earth had been born might from his hand
But a yawning gap and grass nowhere.
The Marshall grew a range for all
Ronan the mighty shared home wall to wall
The sun from the south warmed the stones of earth,
Teaching young and teaching old
Garbing the masses, showing all his warriors path
Knowledge he had knowledge he shared
The moon knew not what might was his,
The stars knew not where their stations were.
It is with utmost glee, you, Ronan O’Faelan, servant of the people and the kingdom, are to be inducted by our hands, King Ozurr and Queen Fortune to join the ranks of our Silver Mantle. We do this for you, this day The Great Northeastern War, AS LIII.