riddle

[helgi]

He inherits his master's title
Upon the battlefield,
Guess the master's title
And the servant has to yield
And perchance to guess the master,
And make the master kneel
Then better guess the battle,
Or guess the battle field

 

[helgi]

Birds are many
And varied in kind
Some perch on a branch
Some perch on a line
But frighten them off
And one stays behind
Perched on a branch
And perched on a line
Or perchance he has left
His perches behind
To be found with another bird
Resting entwined
But surely the two birds
Are not of a kind
And the kind of the first
Is the riddle in mind

The most faithful servants cheat their reflection
Except in the house of God
Where the servants keep the mirror strict
As the penitent master nods