Saturday, June 13, 2009

THLord Brand Armond of Lancaster - Fighter Poem - riddle

THLord Brand Armond of Lancaster
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXI


I fly to battle high
Across the fiery sky
I spy a bull a'field
And soon his fate is sealed
I mow the thistles low
As skimming by I go
A raven rises 'fore
His tallons rake no more
An aardvark bars my track
He clips me with his axe
An armorer I found
And pound him to the ground
But mighty silver oak
Has stood my final stroke
(A winged sword I be
And Brand who wielded me)

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she's a 10th century Viking weaver

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