The Ballad Of Duke Trelon Poem by Jeffrey Stultz

Many years ago out of the west
there came a skinny lad,
with a sword arm quick as lightning
who behaved just like a cad.
he won his spurs at twenty-one
and Antir's coronet,
and a name you won't forget!

When he came unto the tourney field,
to contend for Aten's crown,
there were many in the populace,
who espied him with a frown:
“'This uncouth western upstart
will surely pull our kingdom down, '
and then he won the crown!
Chorus:
'Oh, my God Trelon’s the King!
this means the end of everything,
what can we do but moan and wail,
and beweep our outcast state,
we’ve crowned a reprobate! '

Well the kingdom didn't crumble
civilization didn't fall,
chicken little and company,
must have missed that crucial call;
Trelon was not Caligula
neither was he Charlemagne,
but he made himself a name.

So awesome was his skill at arms,
that he soon became a Duke
proving to the naysayers
the first time was no fluke,
He ruled our kingdom seven times
and still they vent their spleen:
'Only twice was Varia Queen! '

Repeat Chorus

Mine eyes have seen the glory,
of his grace Sir Duke Trelon,
he is nothing much to look at,
'til he put his armor on;
when he strides upon the field
clad in red and green and gold,
the foemen's blood runs cold!



Second Chorus:

Oh my God! here comes Trelon,
this wont likely last too long,
the last time that I faced him
I was dead in seconds flat
there was no second snap!


Well the years have seen him mellow
and the years have seen him grow,
but never did we really think,
that we would see him go;
If you're ever in Meridies,
just go camp out on his farm
it can't do any harm!


(tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
November 1996