Marcel Longueville
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXII
Tyger! Tyger! rampant run
Flashing argent in the sun,
What rough beast can make you yield
When you leap to take the field?
Comes an aardvark, axe in hand
Green as grass to take a stand,
(Green in color, not in skill)
To the aardvark goes the kill.
Rise up, Tyger, limp to shade
Lick your wounds and watch them fade,
Feel the fire coming back
Ripe and ready for attack.
Swoops to battle from the blue
Winged lion, azure blue.
Sharp of claw and long of fang
Locked in mortal trial gang!
Lion - Tyger - who will rise
From the clash to chase the prize?
Not the Tyger in this frey...
Mend to fight another day.
Tyger! Tyger! rampant run
Flashing argent in the sun,
What rough beast can make you yield
When you leap to take the field?
-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
...is a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she's a 10th century Viking weaver.
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