Lord William Ulfsson
(verse in iambic pentameter)
A pack of wolves came hunting
~ green and gold
A’flash across the verdant
battle field ~ they spy
A hunting horn, three paw
prints in the wold
And run to ground Bjorn, who
fell thereby.
An eagle in a cedar tree took
flight
The snapping pack to harry,
but alas
It flew too low ‘til wolves
could snatch a bite
And Eowyn’s Jamal fell to the
grass.
Likewise a hare came bounding
‘cross the field
And charged the pack of
wolves in feverish mien.
The rabid rabbit quit the
battlefield;
A wolven midday snack was
Snorri’s bane.
Alexander’s golden hippo spied
The pack of wolves a’frisking
on the lawn.
Tooth and claw met armored
hippo hide;
The river horse dispatched
them with a yawn.
Undaunted, Liam’s pack shook
off the loss:
Eyed a sloth in arboreal repose.
Alas, Sven proved a fractious
foe to cross
And brought the wolf’s son’s
tourney to a close.
Like stars, three dragonflies
encircle him
As Aesa plies her loving, healing
balm.
Crown Tourney Day has ended
now for Liam
Who did acquit himself with
great aplomb.
--Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
...an empty vessel for the Muse
