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THLord Mikhail of the Kuma
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XLIII
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(alliterative verse)
written by THL Beathog nic Dhonnchaidh
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Man-mountain came, Mikhail of the Kuma
Of Thor-thunder born, thirsting to reign
On these fertile fields, ever forging beyond
Rome’s wanton ways, which now lay waste.
Thor’s Mjolnir-now-Man, Mikhail of the Kuma
Judger of giants, five joined their fate
Where power of pike, pelt them same
To lie where last, in lethal pose.
Eilidh, Oak-maiden, attended her idled knight
And blood of bull becalmed the Countess Bard.
Three, then, threat-less, as thwarted lord
Faced his final, fateful blow.
For cat and kit, Vicountess’ aim curtailed
As fire flit, but failed; then five
When William fell, to Warrior-bear.
But eye of eagle, eager hunter
Keen and quick, quail for none
Stood watch and waited, weakened never.
Spanish son and spice trader
Now, Death-Defier, dealt the blow.
And, last, who learned his lessons well
Beloved Boar-King, bade him go
Home to hall, where Hammer-god lay.
Senestre stood tall, the last stand was his
With no clap or clack, no clash from iron fist.
Bested by boar, Bear-Warrior falls
As ancient oak, and silence echoes across the field.
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THL Beathog nic Dhonnchaidh is a 14th century bard who can often be
seen traveling far from her home in the Highlands with her lord husband
and muse. If a good tale crosses her path, she will sing a song about it,
pull out its hair and spin it, or throw it in a pot and cook it up.
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