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Tale of the Pack (a Packer poem)

Discussion in 'Smack Area' started by Kitten, Nov 22, 2010.

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    I've been working on this for a while, still not sure how it ends. The last few stanzas I wrote today, it is incomplete, I kind of got emotional writing it. Hope it's Ok to post it in smack! Hope you like it, I love to write, it's one of my many passions! Go Packers!!!


    Tale of the Pack

    In the Land of the Pack,
    The Old King lain down his mighty sword,
    Only to be borne away to fight for an ancient enemy.

    But, the Pack, never to wallow in despair, found
    Faith in a New King, a new sword, mightier still.

    The land breathed a new rhythm, a new song,
    A new destiny of glory beyond measure.

    Hearts beat as one, like the echo of a drum,
    a million fans behind them.
    Yearning, ever seeking, ever hoping to quench
    An eternal dream for their beloved.

    May the glory you seek, may you find.
    May it be yours, as you are worthy to carry
    Such a sword.

    May you strike fear and dread into the hearts
    Of your enemies ever as the Bear King
    Fears the mighty Hammer of Thor,
    Woodson, Tramon, Shields are strong,

    Where the Hawk soars,
    A castle's defenses are impenetrable.

    When the New King leads his army into
    Battle against the Old King, the time
    Of the Viking is over.
    For whenever one king falls,
    A new one arises to take his place.

    May glory be to The Pack,
    Love saturated in a sea of
    Green and gold.
    Glory to The Pack.

    We love thee no matter what occurs.
    Never doubt there is strength inside
    The mighty walls of your fortress
    That the enemy fears above all things.

    ****************************

    The battle has come

    The Old King makes his last stand,
    The mournful sound of the Viking horn
    fading in his lament, begins to wither away
    into a hollow of utter defeat.

    The Pack marches on, stronger than ever now.
    Strong to defend the mighty fortress of Lambeau.
    The force of attack shall break any barrier,
    enemies may not defend against.

    The White Spirit looks on, always with the Pack,
    For the Pack shall always prevail inside,
    spirits of champions dwell within.

    Glory be to the Pack,
    sang the faithful
    people of Lambeau.
    Glory be to the Pack.

    Loyalty, our hearts are yours,
    Glory be to the Back,
    forever more.
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    Yeahhh!! I just found this!!! Very inspirational!! I can almost hear the mournful horns of the vikes and the mighty march of the Pack!

    Keep up the good work! :read:
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    Hear All! Hear All!
    Le Roi est mort!
    Vive le Roi!
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    I had no idea what you said, so I looked up the national language of Brazil. It said Portuguese. So I used igoogle translate. No result! So I tried to think about what the poem said and tried to use some Latin I took many years ago. This is my guess of what you said:
    The King is dead; Long live the King.

    Am I close? Or did you say LeRoy Butler is dead? LOL
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    Edit: It's well past time I finish this poem, now that I know how it ends! The Superbowl!!!

    Tale of the Pack

    In the Land of the Pack,
    The Old King lain down his mighty sword,
    Only to be borne away to fight for an ancient enemy.

    But, the Pack, never to wallow in despair, found
    Faith in a New King, a new sword, mightier still.

    The land breathed a new rhythm, a new song,
    A new destiny of glory beyond measure.

    Hearts beat as one, like the echo of a drum,
    a million hearts beat for them.
    Yearning, ever seeking, ever hoping to quench
    An eternal dream for their beloved.

    May the glory you seek, may you find.
    May it be yours, as you are worthy to carry
    Such a sword.

    May you strike fear and dread into the hearts
    Of your enemies ever as the Bear King
    Fears the mighty Hammer of Thor,
    Woodson, Tramon, our Shields are strong,

    Where the Hawk soars,
    A castle's defenses are impenetrable.

    When the New King leads his army into
    Battle against the Old King, the time
    Of the Viking is over.
    For whenever one king falls,
    A new one arises to take his place.

    May glory be to The Pack,
    Love saturated in a sea of
    Green and gold.
    Glory to The Pack.

    We love thee no matter what occurs.
    Never doubt there is strength inside
    The mighty walls of your fortress
    That the enemy fears above all things.

    ****************************

    The battle has come

    The Old King makes his last stand,
    The mournful sound of the Viking horn
    fading in his lament, begins to wither away
    into a hollow of utter defeat.

    The Pack marches on, stronger than ever now.
    Strong to defend the mighty fortress of Lambeau.
    The force of attack shall break any barrier,
    enemies may not defend against.

    The White Spirit looks on, always with the Pack,
    For the Pack shall always prevail inside,
    spirits of champions dwell within.

    Glory be to the Pack,
    sang the faithful
    people of Lambeau.
    Glory be to the Pack.

    Loyalty, our hearts are yours,
    Glory be to the Pack,
    forever more.

    **********************

    The Old King, drawn down in the
    depths of utter defeat,
    Viking ships sunk, lost in a purple haze.

    So the Pack fights on. The New King's
    leadership strong.
    Ever trusting him to lead us into battle.
    Ever trusting our defenses to hold.

    The Pack, wounded and battered,
    stood strong on faith and utter will
    to survive. Tales of their demise
    were not to be.

    Eagles, Falcons, we fear you not.
    Nor creatures of the sky, nor the Bear King,
    who hung his head in shame and defeat
    as the Pack brought him to his knees,
    where still he remains, pride and dignity
    lost.

    All battles, this road we have traveled,
    has led to a battle against an enemy of steel.
    The Pack fears not.
    For the New King, beloved,
    leads the charge forth,
    no army of steel can withstand.

    As the Pack's defenses had proven,
    Where the mighty Thor lays his hammer down,
    you shall not pass. For stronger than steel
    are the defenses of the Pack.

    Now at long last, the last battle fought and won.
    The Pack stands tall, exalted.
    Green and gold light tremulous within,
    glows like an aura, emotion
    so strong, vibrating straight into your
    solar plexus.

    The Pack of the mighty.
    Nothing they cannot overcome.
    Strong, together, united.
    A force so strong you can feel the
    energy crackle within your very being
    when they take the battle field.

    Song in our hearts.
    Song of the Pack.
    Sweet victory be yours.
    Evermore we shalt love thee!

    ~Kitten


    It feels good to of finished that!
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    When I saw the title of this thread in the forum I didn't know what to expect. That is not to say I had low or high expectations, I just had no idea. Needless to say I really enjoyed it. I am biased in that I am a Packer fan, but for more than that. I love fantasy fiction. High fantasy or epic fantasy to be more specific. Your wording really pulled on those strings.

    Awesome!
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    Thanks so much! I love to write! :) *Puts my geek hat on!
    My "fantasy" came true, the Packers won the Superbowl!!!

    I wonder if I should change the title of the thread to avoid confusion?

    I don't know if I can edit the title, "Tale of the Pack" is the title of the poem itself. I posted it in "smack" forum instead of "Packers" fourm because at the time when I wrote and posted it, there were a lot of Vikings fans/ trolls on the forum and I thought the poem might be likely to generate smack talk, so I wanted to avoid any headaches for the mods. Thanks for giving it a read and glad you liked it! To be honest, I forgot to finish it, I was so hyped after the SB win, still am :)

    I figured because they still haven't received their SB rings, the least I could do was finish their poem!
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    Very nice, Kitten. Your passion is evident.
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    I wrote a poem about the Bears. It starts like this:

    There once was a team from Nantucket...
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