Saturday, June 13, 2009

Kyr Yaroslav the Persistant - Fighter Poem

Kyr Yaroslav the Persistant
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXX

"M'lady, may I have this dance?"
Asked the phoenix, flickering red.
Awesome in his fiery stance,
He feared to fill her heart with dread.
But the snowy griffin maiden
Boldly joined the firebird.
They reeled around the wooded glen
Like fire and ice, without a word.
And when the dance was done, she smiled,
And batted lashes white as snow.
"M'lord, I've never danced so wild.
We surely gave them quite a show!"
Consumed with joy, he flew away,
"Perhaps we'll dance another day!"

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler a weaver or words and wadmal

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