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Bawdy Couplet: The Thief

The night cometh; let all men hail

And listen to the bard’s new tale.

Set your eyes upon three men,

Cursed to wander in wolf’s skin,

Smote by God for all their sin

Until he maketh of them men.

There was naught shared ‘tween them

Though all had been condemned.

  The first of them was a slick thief,

A clever cur in his belief.

For the wealth inside his purse,

He joined the others in this curse.

The second was a vendor,

A common man, and tender.

He was blameless, that he swore

But God saw his words as they were.

The last man was a man of the Lord,

A man of prayers instead of sword.

He bragged to men that he was pure;

Of nothing else was he more sure.

  When first they came to meet,

The priest, the merchant and the cheat,

Each felt as slighted as the rest

To be afflicted with this test.

The priest said “What god is mine,

To toss me now beside these swine?”

  The thief had only laughter

To answer him thereafter.

“Man of God, you are no more pearl

Than I have ever been an earl!

I know your trade; I know your name.

I know that our lives are the same.”

  The priest said “You dare mock me,

when in God’s eyes I am holy?

You lie, and every day you steal!

I help the needy for my meal.”

  The thief said “Of meals I do not speak,

For why talk of a thing so weak?

I talk of the gut above your belt,

The many women your seed felt -

For since you are a holy man,

You take all maidens that you can.

I know your game of stolen kisses,

And of the knight’s wife: your own mistress!

Tell the truth, you bedded her,

Yet have the nerve to call me ‘cur’!

And the salesman,

Say if you can

That you sell at an honest price;

The clothes thou wearest are too nice

For a man wearing them to be

Weighing his goods honestly!

I know your game; you undercut,

Shameful in itself -but!-

Speak of your son, tell us the tale

Of his fealty and betrayal.

For treason some would take his head;

God let you suffer now instead.

Did you know nothing of his crime?

Did you fall silent at the best time?

Man, do not try to be kind;

Thy heart is darker than my mind.

I was never one to boast,

But who earned this curse the most?

A priest with balls like thieving hands?

A man hungry for his king’s lands?

Or perhaps I deserve it more,

Being such a common cur.”

The judgment came, both swift and just.

The priest was condemned for his lust.

The vendor, that day was he killed

(For his death sentence was fulfilled).

And for the last man, the smooth cur,

The curse was lifted and his fur

Was but a silly memory

To be preserved in poetry.

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Simple Love Sonnet (The Serpent and the Fox)

The West meeteth the East,

The serpent and the fox,

Their loneliness deceased,

Their lives a paradox.

The snake, though he may hiss,

Heedeth fox’s lullabies.

She sootheth with a kiss

And he taketh to the skies.

Though she be a girl of learning,

And he a man of war,

Each shall sate the other’s yearning

And take their union far.

Thus beginneth their sweet tale,

A love so true and without fail.

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In-Persona Sonnet

The pilgrim and the killer take the sea,

Venturing beyond England’s gloomy shore;

His confidence is found by sword, but she,

Her liberation brings fear, nothing more.

  The captain’s call, it brings with it a chill;

With boarding there are signs of things to come.

Frigid, the night air; winds fitting to kill.

This feeling of regret, it makes one numb.

  What have I done? Should I have stayed? My past -

What will become of it? Was I so bold,

Or just afraid of what I know shan’t last?

The thought of my companion leaves me cold

  Too far from home I find myself wanting.

This journey to France tonight is daunting.

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Pennsic Alliterative Poem

Blood-worm bound to battle,

Bring to us a kindom.

Sing the sweetest death song;

Send unending crow cries.

  May the Midrealm prosper;

May the dragon never die. 

  Swing yous sturdy short-swords;

Send your shield-walls walking.

Midrealm’s might makers,

Make your promise waken.

  May the Midrealm prosper;

May the dragon never die.

  Take with terror, turning

Tiger’s lies to turmoil.

Fealty feeds the faithful,

Fathers and sons made one.

  May the Midrealm prosper;

May the dragon never die.

  Beauty brings the bloodshed, 

Born of mean worn weary.

Destruction, the dawning;

Dynasties songs make last.

  May the Midrealm prosper;

May the dragon never die.

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I sound so fucking annoying on camera.  I want to just cut my vocal chords. :p

do you ever get jealous of other peoples speaking voices

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Wyrd is about our fates and destiny, it means that the patterns of the past shape into the patterns of the present, then shape into patterns of the future to come.

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Even a Viking’s pet was fierce!

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In Norse mythology, the Great Norns are three female divine beings who spin the threads of fate and weave each human’s destiny.

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DAT PLAGUE

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Masks worn by plague doctors. It had glass eye openings and a cone nose shaped like a beak to hold scented substances and straw. 

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This lovely photo was taken while I was mounted during the procession at Gulf Wars! I have never had a more medieval experience than riding through the site on horseback, listening to my kingdom sing and cheer. It was truly a beautiful moment that I will cherish forever.

This year was my second time attending Gulf Wars. I had an absolute blast! Here’s a day by day play:

Sunday we arrived in the evening. I had slept for maybe an hour in the 32 hours I had been awake since Saturday morning. We had a meeting in our cabin and then we headed off to see everyone. Midrealm camp was still in the process of setting up, but later than evening we went to the Green Dragon and met up with far away friends.

Monday there were no battles, and more partying happened. Queen’s tea was that day in the Trimaris camp, Korean themed with delicious kimchee made by Her Majesty Jung-Mie of Trimaris. I got to meet all the Queens and some of the Princesses that were there. It was a really great time getting to know all of my royal sisters!

Tuesday was the procession, and the Diamond Tourney. I had a team for the tourney and everything! But due to a typo, it turns out princesses of kingdoms could not participate. Darn. Oh well! Later that evening we went to the Glenn Abhann social, which was incredibly delicious and entertaining.

Wednesday was the Meridian Rose Tournament! I sponsored Captain William Rayne. He made it to the third round of the tournament, which was really cool! His Highness Cameron was really sad he didn’t get to participate this year (He won the tournament last year, so he doesn’t get to complain).

Thursday I went to the Coursing of the Queen’s hounds! It was spectacular! I have never been able to really participate (I’m allergic), but it was super fun to watch and cheer the hounds on! That evening was court, and Their Majesties had made it a gambling court! I have never seen anything like it in the SCA. We would do a little business in court, and then break to gamble. Then we would do more business. It was tons of fun. After that, His Highness and I went to Duchess Elina’s vigil. 

Friday was the Ansteorra Rose Tournament! I sponsored Lady Margaret Gryfydd and Warder Adam. Both went rather far! Unfortunately, I was unable to stick around for the whole tournament because I had to be down at the fort in time for Duchess Elina’s knighting! I cried tears of joy to be able to see such an event! That evening His Highness and I went to the Known World party, which we met up with TRH Ansteorra and TRH Meridies. We had a little highness gathering and it was so much fun. We chatted late into the night with them until going to bed.

Saturday we were unable to do much because I came down with the nast Gulf Wars plague!

THIS GULF WARS WAS SO MUCH FUN! Thank you to everyone that helped me out during the week retaining or just hanging out with me in general. It was a super magical experience.

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From the tale of a girls journey into the land of the dead to rescue someone to the tale of a King who declares war on the fairies, be inspired by Celtic Fairy Tales

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Willow.

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What is the origin of your name by the way? I have a feeling it's a Tolkien thing but I'm not sure

Galloglach is the anglicization of “galloglaich,” the Irish term for a Norse-Gaelic mercenary. In the 13th century, some Vikings settled in Scotland, married some Scottish women, and set themselves up as very successful nation of mercenaries. Eventually they fought on the wrong side of a war of succession and were cast out of Scotland into Ireland. They’ve always fascinated me.