Battling Bards of Caid - Fighter Poem - villanelle

Battling Bards of Caid

(villanelle)

The battling bards of Caid ply their swords
With equal grace, dispatching on the field
As they apply their pens to parsing words.

Be they knights and peers and fighting lords
Or fighting ladies with conviction steeled
The battling bards of Caid ply their swords.

And once they've put away their sticks and boards
They'll turn their skills to epic tales revealed
So they apply their pens to parsing words.

From seacoast, desert winds and frigid fjords
And all the lands where weapons they might wield
The battling bards of Caid ply their swords.

But all the while they're battling with the hordes
They're searching for poetic themes concealed;
As they apply their pens to parsing words.

So know when these words strike some bardic chords -
A carillon of martial music's yield -
The battling bards of Caid ply their swords
As they apply their pens to parsing words.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

...is an empty vessel for the Muse.

~*~

It dawned on my this Crown Tourney (XXXV, or 2000) that over half of our bards were also fighters. So I wrote them a poem in honor of the fact.