The Feast Of The People
When the wheat field has been gleaned
And there is nothing even for the most poor
Then shall His Majesty open the storage houses
Giving of His wealth that none go away empty-handed
His kindness exposed;His Nobility shining forth
For He has learned the value of the peasantry
The war nearly having ravaged the land
Saved from the invader by loyal knights
But mostly by the rising up of the lowborn
His Majesty's Armourer fitted each one accordingly
And rushing through the gates;each man,and woman
Fell upon the foe with such ferocity that they fled openly
Retreating with no thought for anything save their lives
The King beheld this from His High Tower and marveled
By the end of that day His Majesty had knighted the leaders
And proclaimed a feast be held with all able bodied to attend
While sending food and drink in plenty to the houses of those wounded
Also a great measure to the families of the slain
The Proclamation naming this day a National Holiday to be remembered annually
With The King offering from His own lips Thanksgiving to God above and to the people
Without which the foe would surely have reduced The Kingdom to ashes and rubble.
So began and endures this holiday to this very day,with Royalty,and Nobles eternally pledged,and bound to never forget the great kindness,and service done them by the People.
By lugh
© 2008 lugh
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