Friday, June 12, 2009

THLord Paganus Grimlove - Fighter Poem

THLord Paganus Grimlove
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXIV

A contest was declared to see
Which woodland beast could fight the best
And Paganus the wolf thought he
Would put his marshal skills to test

Sir Arion, a pegasus
Did beat his wings upon the air
And 'tho the wolf the vic'try wist
For Arion the herald declare

Undaunted by this first defeat
The wolf next sought the lioness
Fair Guinevere proved quite a treat
And Paganus put her to rest

Emboldened by this test of skill
The tyger now the wolf's next prey
Alas - To Marcel went the kill
And Paganus retired from play

The day wore on, the wolf sat out
To lick his wounds in leafy shade
And dream a time to come, no doubt
'Twill see this archer regal made

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

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