The poem celebrates the alliterative revival inspired by Lewis and Tolkien.
Few were the faithful fearless enough
To tackle the task, tales unfolding
With letters linked in lays of glory
As Caedmon the simple swineherd taught us,
And nameless minstrels, making music.
Long the Loremasters labored among them,
Teaching the arts of ancient scops
Who sought the music of serial sounds,
Letters linked. Alliterative Meter
Revived, rang out, in recitations:
Caedmon hymned creation’s Master;
Beowulf boasted, battle waging,
Made an end of monsters’ mayhem;
Theoden Thengling thirsted for glory,
Drank his fill on the field of battle,
Oath fulfilled defending Mundburg
As Tolkien told us, truth declaring;
Lewis laid the lore before us,
Declared of lift and dip the nature,
Told the tale of types truly,
Found them all, five in number,
Made the planets march in order,
Placing the pattern plain before us.
Will we, faithful, follow after?