Baron Rudolf Fekter
fallen in Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLVIII
(pantoum)
A butterfly, with heart of iron,
Honoring his lady fair,
Sallies forth to face a lion,
Resting in his oaken lair.
Honoring his lady fair,
Butterfly and feline play.
Wrested from his oaken lair,
Golden lion wins the fray.
Butterfly and feline play;
Airy fighter batted down;
Golden lion wins the fray.
Iron heart still seeks a crown.
Airy fighter batted down;
Shakes his wings and takes the sky.
Iron heart still seeks a crown;
Spies a dragon from on high.
Shakes his wings and takes the sky,
Mighty creature forged in fire!
Spies a dragon from on high:
Wing to wing, he does aspire.
Mighty creature forged in fire
Meets a fitting end, I’d say.
Wing to wing he did expire
A fiery finish to his day.
Meets a fitting end, I say!
Sallied forth to face a lion.
A fiery finish to his day,
This butterfly with heart of iron.
— Mistress Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
... weaver of words and wadmal
Fall '13
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