fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XXIX
The pegasus paws the ground—takes the sky
In friendship to vie for crown
She circles the eric ‘round.
The pegasus spots a boar—sinister
Blades a-whir midst the roar
The pegasus tends her wounds—rests awhile
A consort’s smile is the boon
That buoys and spirits attune.
The pegasus strikes a Romano-Brit
A knight blazoned with chi-rho
Has laid the pegasus low.
The pegasus flutters down—wounded sore
Her consort in bloodied gown
Honors her champion’s renown.
When pegasus takes the sky—in the spring
And steel’s ring calls fighters nigh
Scarlet shall once again vie.
-- Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
…weaver of words and wadmal