Crown Poems

A while back, Alexander de Seaton and I embarked on an attempt to write poems for each Crown Combatant, and their bouts. Here are two of them:

Austin’s Poem

When travel’d I about the land
I came upon a woman fair
small of stature, but not of heart
with lovely face and shining hair

I said “What ho, fair maiden, thou,
Pray tell me of the days’s events
That I may write of them profound,
And sing them ‘mongst the fires and tents.

She said “My lord did fight this day
With honor, skill and valient sword
and though the victory was denied
All did approve with swift accord.

“A score and six years have gone by
Since Austin picked up sword and shield
A fighter, teacher, lover too,
A wise man knows, when struck, to yield.”

“Who is this Knight” I asked the maid,
“That I might sing his praises wide.”
“Austin Chadwick,” she did reply.
“He is my knight, I, at his side.”

“My lord is vailiant and true
And though he wears no belt of white,
I say this now to only you,
My lord is strong, and is a knight.”

Of Thomas Pennyngton

to fight strong in the tourney of the throne
and though I did not win the crown of gold
unto my home with love did I then go.
First I faced Sir Gaylen — the Smiling Man
He took my leg and then my life, I fear,
Then Lord Ian Mac Chatain did I kill
I think I owe that Sternfeld man a beer.
Thirdly faced I Dietrich Andernach,
A longer fight this was, but then, alas
He hit me on the head, and I went back
to fall down on the floor, upon my —.
And though I did not win the crown this day,
The love my family has will always stay.


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