His life was started on shores,

Up in the north,

That land of wars.

As a warrior he came forth!

Sayna was his mothers name,

Died by Daskar!

Luke would never be tame,

Till Daskar he mar!

When he was with his grandmother,

He was taken by the Tyrant!

He met those who could be brothers,

And became an aspirant.

Strung up to die,

Martin, son of Luke!

From the shore, Rose espy,

Martin, Badrang rebuke.

Grumm and Rose, with eagle cry,

And stones from ladle,

Save Martin from the seabirds from high,

For they surely would be fatal.

In the pit he met,

Felldoh so brave,

Brome, who was young yet.

They were all enslaved.

Grumm the digger,

Heads to the pit,

Or so he figure.

Scraping out the grit.

Martin's foot went through the wall,

Onto the head of Grumm.

Out the pit they crawl,

They met Rose, Noonvale from.

The vermin had holed the boats,

Grumm sat over the hole,

All hoping they could float.

Their lives where almost stole!

The fish came, bigger than life,

Rose, Martin, and Grumm,

Felldoh and Brome, all strife.

None to the sea succumb.

They met a hedgehog,

Pallum was his name,

Hampered by the log,

Wanting the Squidjees to maim.

They went down to the beach,

Dinjer, by a gannet was taken,

With a net, the nest Martin reach,

The queen was awakened.

They were released,

Martin had a blade,

They trekked opposite of east,

He never stopped loving the maid.

They found the Mirdop,

Who Rose had slain,

When they stopped,

Given scones, in fain.

Polleken saw their fate,

And sent them on their way,

She knew Martin would be great!

And hoped that they would obey.

Captured by reptiles

Saved by that heron,

Those snakes were exiled.

They rid themselves of the place so barren.

Those squirrels so savage,

Stood in their way.

Until Martin their chieftain ravaged.

But now the squirrels wanted to play!

Chased by the squirrels,

They climbed to the cave.

To Boldred they referral,

By Boldred they were saved.

Heading down the mountain,

They found a hog,

Who had cherry drinks by the thousand.

In the nights fog,

They were carried by otters,

To the Waterlily so fair,

They traveled by waters,

To Noonvale so rare.

Those were happy days,

By Martin was uneasy,

For Badrang still blaze,

But took leisure, in Noonvale breezy.

Martin and Rose,

Pallum and Grumm,

From Noonvale they goes,

To where they come.

Accompanied by Noonvalers true,

Brave and stout of heart,

But many too few.

To where they had first depart.

Boldred flew,

Headed for friends,

Their little party grew,

Tens of tens!

'Till they came,

Twas almost too late,

Their warcry's they exclaim!

To find their friend, Felldoh so great,

Had died, while laughing,

Watched by Brome,

The stoat staffing,

It was almost time to go home.

Martin led them,

So young and brave,

Badrang condemn,

By Rose, he couldn't save.

He killed Badrang,

At a terrible price,

The stoat at Rose sprang,

He killed Rose, Martin then slice,

His enemy, that stoat,

He laid next to Rose,

'We could've chopped down the tree' he note.

Rose died, them so close.

Later that fall,

Martin head southerly,

Rose he recall,

He trekks stubbornly.

This isn't the end of his story,

He hasn't found Redwall yet,

He has all his glory,

But always in his heart, a Rose is set.

I could go on,

I will go on,

But now is time to compose another.