THL Atticus Nothus

THL Atticus Nothus 

(an Englyn Penfyr)

Crown Tourney calls Atticus to Caid
     The Danse Regal for this Fall
     Pairs fighters in martial brawl.  

Bernhardr’s bruins lumber to the field
     Their fate sealed, they now slumber
     Atticus leaves them humbler.

Beorn’s dolphin arises from the sea
     Attempting to seize the prize
     That fades before his eyes.

Across the battlefield strides Christian
     Atticus isn’t rattled
     Christian is left addled.

Iron-willed Rudolph faces Atticus
     August the battle engaged
     Rudolph now exits the stage.

Crown Tourney Day is off to a great start
     Atticus with light heart gay
     Faces Ursul in the fray.

The story’s now shown in another light
     Ursul’s frightful bears smother
     Atticus' hopes asunder.      

 Atticus shakes off this turn of events
     Mave mends his heart with a kiss
     And sends him back to the list.

 Lucius’ sea-lion bounds across the field
     Atticus reels him to ground
     With blows that are swift and sound.

Vedr’s two battle goats leap at the chance
     But glancing blows will not keep
     Them off an akimbo heap

 Atticus has a rematch with the bears
     He dares them to try and snatch
     His head, but it stays attached.

Wilhelm charges Atticus like a boar
     To gore him with wicked tusks
     And leave him a hollow husk.

Mave mends what she can for Atticus’ sake
     To take to the field his plan
     And keep a’wielding rattan.

Christian sees his chance to best Atticus
     Who trusts his skills to this test
      From his grasp victory is wrest.

One more fight just for fun ~ he greets Jamal
     And beats the eagle in flight
     Tho the clash gives Mave a fright.

The day is done and the Victor has won.
     Contenders home from the fray.
     On balance, quite a fine day.


     ~Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
     ...Weaver of words and wadmal
 

Englyn Penfyr for Rudolph Fekter

 

Englyn Penfyr for Rudolph Fekter

Crown Tourney Day brings forth Caidan’s best

          To test their skills and mettle,

          All fighters in fine fettle.

 

A baron from far reaches strikes a pose

          ‘Gainst foes who heed battle’s cry

          Alas Rudolph gets the Bye.

 

Unfazed, he strides forth to fight Alsander

          This land to rule is the prize

          And shine in Amecia’s eyes.

 

Butterfly and reremouse clash in the air

          A daring battle ensues

          The baron is loath to lose.

 

Amecia tends to Rudolph’s grievous wounds

          And soon he’s fit for battle

          His spirit never rattled.

 

Notus Atticus, a balanced fighter

          To smite Rudolph is his quest

          Rudolph takes his final rest.

 

Crown Tourney advances without Rudolph

          Who’s doffed his armor and helm

          To watch who will rule this realm.

Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler ~ weaver of words and wadmal