Archer, dear Archer dressed in blue,
Upon Caer Witrin's slopes...
Do I vex and anger you?
That you ignore peoples' hopes?

Protector of Caer...
I ask you hear my ballad to thee,
I love and miss our talks of old,
Your witty repartee.

When might I hear those again,
Days you paid me intent heed?
Your steely eyes watch all over,
Yet ears are what I need...

Admire your bow and skill I do,
You are our first defense.
Think me not 'preciative,
I adore you in e'ry sense!

But when you turn deaf ears,
To all mine cordial calling now,
We wonder 'bout our steadfast guard
And can but furrow brow...

Archer, dear Archer clothed in wool,
Standing 'gainst Caer's ice cold,
I honour thee and I hope,
You favour an act so bold!


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 650 AF.