THLord Sven Orfhendur - Fighter Poem - villanelle

THLord Sven Orfhendur
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XXXII

(villanelle)

Do not go lightly into that good fight,
Orfhendur needs to rave till close of day;
Rage, rage against the vying of the knight.

Ofhendur at your end know might makes right
Because your wounds and dents proclaim it- hey!
Do not go lightly into that good fight.

Good Sven, from tree limb hanging, set your sight
On Ivan, your first challenge of the day;
Rage, rage against the vying of the knight.

Wild Sven, you catch with sword the sun in flight
And learn - sad fate - duke cleaves you where you lay;
Do not go lightly into that good fight.

Brave Sven, near Dieter, tremble at the sight,
Orfhendur blazes brightly in the fray.
Rage, rage against the vying of the knight.

Oh Sven, Orfhendur, hanging from your height,
Courteously and chivalrously I pray:
Do not go lightly into that good fight.
Rage, rage against the vying of the knight.

-- Pippin Skylark

...always tart and crisp.