Crispin of Mistmantle

Crispin of Mistmantle, squirrel of noble stance,
Made a Captain when still young,
That night you took a glance.

Crispin of Mistmantle, standing on the beach,
With the prophesied in your paws,
Later you to he would teach.

Crispin of Mistmantle, loyal to your king,
Sent in exile by well-spun lies,
Such a horrid thing!

Crispin of Mistmantle, on the Isle of Swans,
Met the squirrel of your life,
Whisper, most gracious of ones.

Crispin of Mistmantle, tears held in your eye,
Holding her in your paws,
Your lovely does die.

Crispin of Mistmantle, flying overhead,
Fighting for all you love,
And she who is now dead.

Crispin of Mistmantle, proclaimed the king by all,
But you shall not take the crown,
Till King Silver fall.

Crispin of Mistmantle, Cedar then you wed,
Daughter given daughter taken,
Ravens attack, Fir is ill in bed.

Crispin of Mistmantle, your lifeblood did flow,
Nearly killed, but saved by her,
Soon to her you'll go.

Crispin of Mistmantle, the tide is raging mad,
The singer has gone missing,
Your old page is sad.

Crispin of Mistmantle, kind, bold and true,
Making Captain from the page,
You know what you must do.

Crispin of Mistmantle, your punctured heart is sore,
Bidding farewell, you rowed away,
Leaving your lovely shore.

Crispin of Mistmantle, the mists have taken you,
Glancing back one final time,
You bid Mistmantle adieu.

Crispin of Mistmantle, King, Captain, friend,
Alone in the rocking boat,
You finally meet your end.

Crisping of Mistmantle, your love, she took you home,
Now Mistmantle grieves for you,
You and you alone.

Crispin of Mistmantle, handled with loving care,
Dug your grave on the hill,
And thus they laid you there.

You the King who served, rather than be served,
You have given your life, your all,
Take your rest deserved.