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[[Gunnar Jørgensen]]
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fallen in [[A Chronicle of Fall Crown Tourney A.S. XLII|Fall Crown Tourney, A.S. XLII]]

Now Gunnar Jorgensen set sail upon the rolling sea<br>
He heard Caid might need a King, and thought it should be he.<br>
With Countess Kissa by his side, he’d rule in Viking style<br>
By raiding all our neighbors, he’d bring gold back by the pile.
 
When he approached our shores, he found a Turk of mighty girth<br>
Jamal pulled out his sword and said, “Six feet I’ll give of earth.”<br>
Now Gunnar thought this was a slight, so he too drew his sword<br>
But soon was lying on his back, while ravens near him soared.
 
Jamal strides off, and Gunnar finds that he’s not really dead<br>
He gets back to his feet and pulls his helmet on his head<br>
A German now, called Augustine, is next to come in sight<br>
And this time Gunnar beats his foe, though he is full of fight.
 
And now a fellow Viking comes, Sir Sven hoves into view<br>
But Vikings love to fight with Vikings, this we know is true.<br>
Sir Sven is known far and wide, but Gunnar doesn’t care<br>
And ‘fore too long it’s Sven who at the bright blue sky does stare.
 
Now Gunnar thinks the day is his, when Sven falls to the ground<br>
He’s positive that he can beat most anyone around<br>
He’ll win a crown for Kissa and an army to command<br>
And foreign Kings will shudder when he gives them a command.
 
The thoughts of glory are too great – he barely sees the Knight<br>
Who quietly walks up to him and asks if he will fight.<br>
Too late the reverie does break - Sir Gamyl’s blow is strong<br>
And as poor Gunnar falls, I see it’s time to end this song.
 
:— Sir [[Robear du Bois]]
::... Thirty years on the field I have fought<br>
And for almost that long, rhymes I’ve sought<br>
Now my armor looks old,<br>
And I’m not quite so bold<br>
And my rhymes make my subjects distraught

{{Crown Poems}}