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  <title type="text" xml:lang="en">The Hound of Illustir</title>
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    <name>D. Moonfire</name>
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    <title>Poem - My Father's Ring</title>
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    <updated>2019-04-30T05:00:00Z</updated>
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    <summary type="html">On the thirthieth day of National Poetry Month, I present a poem about battle and fighting for a cause.
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;On the thirthieth day of National Poetry Month, I present a poem about battle and fighting for a cause. The specific culture doesn't have a lot of details in my world yet, but &lt;a href="https://fedran.com/hound-of-illustir/"&gt;The Hound of Illustir&lt;/a&gt; will probably be one of the first (and my world's version of &lt;em&gt;Old Yeller&lt;/em&gt;). It will be interesting because I only have a few notes so far and a number of &lt;a href="https://fedran.com/almanac/"&gt;Almanac&lt;/a&gt; entries.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Father's Ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code class="language-poem"&gt;My father's ring
Worn in the Battle of Takair
He died a week later
Now I wear it to my own battle.

My father's father's ring
Cut from his finger in disgrace
His betrayal still hurts
Now I wear it to remind me to charge.

My father's father's father's ring
Forged when we still had a home
Shapes of irons he dug up
Now I wear it to survive.

My father's father's father's father's ring
Given to us by a foreigner
A payment for his youngest daughter
Now I wear it to save her children.
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