Lord Fergal MacCome
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney AS XLIII
(Kyrielle)
Silent and sightless, she wanders the land;
Spectral, with eyes ever dry as the sand.
Wrung by the wind and the sun in its turn
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
Bright were her hopes on that momentous day;
Bright were the blades of the tourney at play.
Outside the eric with nary concern
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
First to the battle comes Jimena's Rhys;
Pummeling blade offers Fergal surcease.
Dazed for a moment, it's but a downturn.
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
Rising, he strides forth to meet Sir Ragnar;
Victory goes to Trufona's boyar.
'Reft of her tears by this darkling nocturne
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
Tourney day passes and life skips along.
A new King and Queen are remembered in song.
Lost in her own world she ever will yearn...
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
...is a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she is a 10th century Viking weaver.
Spectral, with eyes ever dry as the sand.
Wrung by the wind and the sun in its turn
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
Bright were her hopes on that momentous day;
Bright were the blades of the tourney at play.
Outside the eric with nary concern
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
First to the battle comes Jimena's Rhys;
Pummeling blade offers Fergal surcease.
Dazed for a moment, it's but a downturn.
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
Rising, he strides forth to meet Sir Ragnar;
Victory goes to Trufona's boyar.
'Reft of her tears by this darkling nocturne
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
Tourney day passes and life skips along.
A new King and Queen are remembered in song.
Lost in her own world she ever will yearn...
Jocelyn waits for her Fergal's return.
-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
...is a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she is a 10th century Viking weaver.
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