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==Champions==
 
==Champions==
 
==Poetry==
 
==Poetry==
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During the reign, I wrote several poems for (and inspired by) Her Majesty.  At her request, I am publishing them here.<br>
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Lady [[Isabel del Okes]], Barony of [[Carolingia]]
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<br>
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<br>
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'''Coronation Poem'''<br>
 +
<br>
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I come to thee,<br>
 +
Humble and bowed<br>
 +
A supplicant to your beauty<br>
 +
A pilgrim to your grace<br>
 +
Seeking only to be fortunate<br>
 +
To kneel before my Fortune<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Thou art my queen<br>
 +
I pledge to thee<br>
 +
Your golden hair<br>
 +
Shall be my sun<br>
 +
Your sparkling eyes<br>
 +
My stars<br>
 +
Your smile<br>
 +
Shall be the Fortune I seek<br>
 +
And your laughter<br>
 +
My salvation<br>
 +
<br>
 +
I pledge to thee<br>
 +
Not upon sword or chain<br>
 +
But upon my own heart<br>
 +
My own blood, my own soul<br>
 +
To honor beauty<br>
 +
To live truth<br>
 +
And to walk with grace<br>
 +
If Fortune would have it so.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
'''Spring Poem<br>
 +
April 23 2019'''<br>
 +
<br>
 +
New born Spring<br>
 +
Shows herself in every bud<br>
 +
In every flower<br>
 +
In every song<br>
 +
The Golden Sun parts the clouds<br>
 +
And melts the gray snow<br>
 +
See how each leaf<br>
 +
Each wren, each petal<br>
 +
Follows the Golden Sun<br>
 +
As she travels the land<br>
 +
Their winter weary hearts<br>
 +
Reveling in her warmth<br>
 +
She gifts to us her smile<br>
 +
Grand largesse spread to all<br>
 +
In Spring’s Kingdom<br>
 +
Our Fortune is the sun<br>
 +
Like the wren, we need never<br>
 +
Beg for her light<br>
 +
Though we are common as daisies<br>
 +
She, our Golden Sun, smiles<br>
 +
Upon us and bids us grow<br>
 +
Shine on, oh Radiant sun<br>
 +
Grant us the Glorious Fortune<br>
 +
Of your light<br>
 +
That we may, in this new season<br>
 +
Be born again<br>
 +
 +
'''Summer Poem<br>
 +
June 11, 2019''' <br>
 +
<br>
 +
Across the field of spring green grass<br>
 +
My fortunate heart does fly<br>
 +
To find its way to golden shores<br>
 +
And hear my true love’s cry<br>
 +
<br>
 +
I know not how to find my way<br>
 +
When fortune turns aside<br>
 +
The path is dark without her light<br>
 +
And with me she’ll not abide<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Would spring then turn to summer bright<br>
 +
When fortune hears my song<br>
 +
Will true love extend a graceful hand<br>
 +
And stay with me to sing along<br>
 +
 +
When summer fades to harvest cold<br>
 +
When fortune looks away<br>
 +
Still I try to her favor to win<br>
 +
Until my dying day<br>
 +
<br>
 +
'''Pennsic Poem<br>
 +
July 25, 2019'''<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Upon the Tyger Throne, proud and true<br>
 +
Sits the Queen, art beyond the artist’s skill<br>
 +
Her hair blazes to shame the golden sun<br>
 +
Eyes the envy of the pale blue sky<br>
 +
Her lily white skin belies the summer<br>
 +
And brings snow to the heated day<br>
 +
On the field before her we stand<br>
 +
Her pride and honor in our hands<br>
 +
Sharper than the steel of our swords<br>
 +
We raise a song of praise to her<br>
 +
Our blades singing the deadly tune<br>
 +
An ode to Fortune in hopes of victory<br>
 +
In hopes of shining bright for our Queen<br>
 +
That our names be as water upon her lips<br>
 +
That our honor be as shade upon her head<br>
 +
That our memory be as wine upon her tongue<br>
 +
And that our pride be as honey upon her bread.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
'''Fall Poem<br>
 +
September 7, 2019'''<br>
 +
<br>
 +
When the leaves blush in the cold<br>
 +
And the geese cut through the sky<br>
 +
Wool wrapped tight against the wind<br>
 +
We stand in the gathering gloom<br>
 +
Awaiting the sunrise<br>
 +
We are fortunate in our Fortune<br>
 +
We are blessed by our Queen<br>
 +
<br>
 +
She brings us light even in the darkness<br>
 +
She brings us warmth even in the chill<br>
 +
She is our sun, golden on her throne<br>
 +
She is our day, bright upon the field<br>
 +
We are fortunate in our Fortune<br>
 +
We are blessed by our Queen<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Even when the leaves fall<br>
 +
There is no autumn when she smiles<br>
 +
Even when the wind blows<br>
 +
There is no cold when she laughs<br>
 +
Even when the days grow short<br>
 +
There is no dark in her kingdom of summer<br>
 +
We are fortunate in our Fortune<br>
 +
We are blessed by our Queen<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Though we know there is an end<br>
 +
That the songs always cease<br>
 +
We fear not the coming of the night<br>
 +
Nor when the silence falls<br>
 +
For in the garden of roses<br>
 +
She will bloom forever<br>
 +
A star to guide us when light fades<br>
 +
We are fortunate in our Fortune<br>
 +
We are blessed by our Queen.<br>
 +
 
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King: Ozurr the Boot-Giver
Queen: Fortune Sancte Keyne
East Kingdom Crown #: 103
Preceded by: Wilhelm and Vienna
Succeeded by: Queen Margarita

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Champions

Poetry

During the reign, I wrote several poems for (and inspired by) Her Majesty. At her request, I am publishing them here.
Lady Isabel del Okes, Barony of Carolingia

Coronation Poem

I come to thee,
Humble and bowed
A supplicant to your beauty
A pilgrim to your grace
Seeking only to be fortunate
To kneel before my Fortune

Thou art my queen
I pledge to thee
Your golden hair
Shall be my sun
Your sparkling eyes
My stars
Your smile
Shall be the Fortune I seek
And your laughter
My salvation

I pledge to thee
Not upon sword or chain
But upon my own heart
My own blood, my own soul
To honor beauty
To live truth
And to walk with grace
If Fortune would have it so.

Spring Poem
April 23 2019

New born Spring
Shows herself in every bud
In every flower
In every song
The Golden Sun parts the clouds
And melts the gray snow
See how each leaf
Each wren, each petal
Follows the Golden Sun
As she travels the land
Their winter weary hearts
Reveling in her warmth
She gifts to us her smile
Grand largesse spread to all
In Spring’s Kingdom
Our Fortune is the sun
Like the wren, we need never
Beg for her light
Though we are common as daisies
She, our Golden Sun, smiles
Upon us and bids us grow
Shine on, oh Radiant sun
Grant us the Glorious Fortune
Of your light
That we may, in this new season
Be born again

Summer Poem
June 11, 2019

Across the field of spring green grass
My fortunate heart does fly
To find its way to golden shores
And hear my true love’s cry

I know not how to find my way
When fortune turns aside
The path is dark without her light
And with me she’ll not abide

Would spring then turn to summer bright
When fortune hears my song
Will true love extend a graceful hand
And stay with me to sing along

When summer fades to harvest cold
When fortune looks away
Still I try to her favor to win
Until my dying day

Pennsic Poem
July 25, 2019

Upon the Tyger Throne, proud and true
Sits the Queen, art beyond the artist’s skill
Her hair blazes to shame the golden sun
Eyes the envy of the pale blue sky
Her lily white skin belies the summer
And brings snow to the heated day
On the field before her we stand
Her pride and honor in our hands
Sharper than the steel of our swords
We raise a song of praise to her
Our blades singing the deadly tune
An ode to Fortune in hopes of victory
In hopes of shining bright for our Queen
That our names be as water upon her lips
That our honor be as shade upon her head
That our memory be as wine upon her tongue
And that our pride be as honey upon her bread.

Fall Poem
September 7, 2019

When the leaves blush in the cold
And the geese cut through the sky
Wool wrapped tight against the wind
We stand in the gathering gloom
Awaiting the sunrise
We are fortunate in our Fortune
We are blessed by our Queen

She brings us light even in the darkness
She brings us warmth even in the chill
She is our sun, golden on her throne
She is our day, bright upon the field
We are fortunate in our Fortune
We are blessed by our Queen

Even when the leaves fall
There is no autumn when she smiles
Even when the wind blows
There is no cold when she laughs
Even when the days grow short
There is no dark in her kingdom of summer
We are fortunate in our Fortune
We are blessed by our Queen

Though we know there is an end
That the songs always cease
We fear not the coming of the night
Nor when the silence falls
For in the garden of roses
She will bloom forever
A star to guide us when light fades
We are fortunate in our Fortune
We are blessed by our Queen.

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