Tharsks Saga as performed during the July market gather

I am Hrafn, as I was called
Across the forest, loud and grim;
Tharsk the Enraged required a skald
And so called to serve was I by him.

The mighty warrior was called to fight
By Bonfire of Empty Cradles, Dark Mountains’ lord;
A dispute he had that would be set right
Not by words, but by the sword.

Bonfire’s skald, Cassius by name,
Tried to change the laws of battle;
Played with words a tiring game
And a foul deal with Tharsk would saddle.

Tharsk stood strong, his unshakable will
Unrelenting to treachery and lies;
For ages they spoke, purpose unfulfilled
In this foul mockery of honor in disguise.

The terms restated as first agreed
Finally to them did Cassius relent,
But this was but a prelude to a dark deed
That the Praetor’s treachery would foment.

The battle was joined; weapons brought to hand -
Tharsk’s axes thundered against his foe’s sword.
In the circle, the watchers did stand
To watch the duel between Tharsk and the dark lord.

Out of the circle Tharsk drove his foe,
Battering and hacking and striking away;
The dark lord’s blade began to slow
As mighty Tharsk to rage gave way.

But Bonfire a dark word did speak
And mighty Tharsk was struck blind!
Staggering back, his foe to seek
Tharsk’s axes could not his foe find.

Tharsk’s foe lifted his fell blade
And struck without mercy or rue
And there Tharsk fell, his skald dismayed,
To treachery and not a true warrior’s due.

An end to this farce was called
And though Tharsk’s life was spared,
There was no honor found by this skald
To which this duel could be compared.