Yon Star-A Poem in a Medieval Scottish tone

Ere the rust, in robe of Time,
Shall curse thy blade,
Quo’ the Wraith,
Airn fist ye maun ay wear
To hold the Firestorm
To avenge yon star shining still
And auld Duntulm’s stane,
To bear the gree
And prove thy furious worth,
Sae ah shall be strolling forth
In battle, before thee!

H.V.