The Drakōnikiad: Book 2: Captains of the North - Or the Storming of the River

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Mighty in arms, wert Ragimmund’s ilk,

Who didst from the north, filch

All that Aecheans’ held dear, whether it

Was made of gold, silver or sewn with silk,

Freely flow’d the blood of his foes not unlike milk

From livestock, lo! How quick

His men-folk wert by blade as in the thick

Of battle! Victories they built as one might lay a brick

Upon one another, each on…