Luke of Caerleon - Fighter Poem - Rondel

Luke of Caerleon  

fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXVIII 

(Rondel)  

The sweep of wings that brush the sky -  

The passing of an Argent Loon.  

A brave young fighter felled too soon  

Who took the field to win or die.  

The Queen's own captain let sword fly  

And Luke of Caerleon did swoon.  

The sweep of wings that brush the sky -  

The passing of an Argent Loon.  

Then Saracen took up the cry: 

The Moor did to his eagle croon: 

"This noble bird shall be your boon." 

But not without a valiant try.  

The sweep of wings that brush the sky -  

The passing of an Argent Loon. 

  -- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

  ~*~ The Argent Loons were what the Volksloff team called themselves. They ran the Tustin Marine Base Volksloff in '93 in armor!