The Crown of Vidintael
Vidintael = Vid' in shell
Uinter = Winter

Khoy, ailing king in Vidintael
sought a wise and stalwart soul
to guide his subjects fair and well
in esteemed and worthy role
His call to contest far and wide
across his lands brought fair response
Great care he’d take what he’d decide
No room for careless nonchalance
Khoy’s challenges were quickly eked
The first a simple footrace run
expunging lazy and the weak
A dozen left when this was done
The next was combat hand to hand
a show of valor, true
Yea, mercy too must be a stand
This trial left but two
Noolf and Uinter rested now
awaiting final quest revealed
Wisened wrinkles on the brow
the king’s last trial concealed
The aging leader rose and turned
He raised his staff toward yonder trail
A distant forest there discerned
which Noolf and Uinter must avail
As those before in history
came known far and wide
the one who stands in victory
will prove he can provide
Community whose faith is lost
gives air to great unrest
Standing, Khoy, arms stately crossed
detailed the final quest
To search and harvest from the woods
food to nourish and sustain
To store and ration season’s goods
till nature offers them again
Their goal now told the king gave leave
Noolf  sprang quickly to his feet
a lead in distance did achieve
that Uinter chose to mete
Noolf soon came upon a grove
where fleshy fruit hung thick
To work,  the would-be ruler strove
rapidly to pick
He bared the tree of sweet repast
then laughed to know his work was done
Proud that he was strong and fast
now sure he’d be the chosen one
Impatience overtook his wait
with thoughts of his impending reign
The day was fast becoming late
he began to show disdain
Noolf before the good king came
offering his request
His opponent’s forfeiture proclaim
and right to govern dispossessed
His plea denied, Noolf , vexed retired
Two dawnings found the kingdom bide
before young Uinter, goods acquired
appeared along noontide
When asked to show provisions found
Uinter showed his sample fare
Spread nuts and wheat upon the ground
and drying fruit in sunlit air
Proud Noolf guffawed at Uinter’s toil
then reached inside his knapsack deep
Withdrawn his hand drew mushy spoil
realizing foolish keep
All observed the duo’s fare
as Noolt conceded his defeat
acclaiming Uinter’s triumph fair
Khoy pronounced the match complete
Speed may make a distance short
Strength a foe subdued
Both have but little merit
If one is weak from lack of food