THLord Johathan Whitehart - Fighter Poem - villanelle

THLord Johathan Whitehart
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXIII

(villanelle)

A flash of white across the verdant green -
The whitehart flies, a pack of beasts gives chase.
The royal hunt is perilous and keen.

As whitehart streaks away one Brut is seen
To strike a glancing blow with little trace:
A flash of white across the verdant green.

The trumpet of an elephant goes clean
Through quivering whitehart, freezing him in place.
The royal hunt is perilous and keen.

As eagle in a cedar swoops to glean
The carcass of the hart, who leaps to race,
A flash of white across the verdant green.

Alas, whitehart falls to the Thuringian -
Though fleet of foot, he's no match for his Grace.
The royal hunt is perilous and keen.

The day's awash in blood and bone and spleen,
And whitehart burst his heart to fly apace,
A flash of white across the verdant green.
The royal hunt is perilous and keen.

-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler

...is a 15th century Burgundian wool merchant who thinks she's a 10th century Viking weaver.