In oriental splendor by the shining silver sea
Sir Jamal Damien Marcus
fallen in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XLII
In oriental splendor by the shining silver sea
Lived a Knight and lordly scholar, like an eagle wild and free.
He loved a Lady soulfully since eagles mate for life,
Brought her jewels, silks, and gold, and she became his wife.
She returned in full his fire, and helped him rule his lands.
She plied her dainty needles with deft and gentle hands.
Laurels far throughout the land danced to sing her praise
In short, the Knight and Lady never ceased to amaze.
Sir Jamal (for it was he) would win for her the Throne.
No limits to his passion through obstacles unknown.
He sharpened sword, his vassals gathered to his aid.
With song and lofty banners rode the company through Caid.
Full well his lofty goal the Lady greatly did admire.
Eowyn Fair (for it was she) inspired with dragon fire.
Hand in hand strode into Court, he to enter Lists,
And she to watch and hope and dream in early morning mists.
Trumpets sounded! Forth there came a fighter garbed in green,
Lorccan hua Conchobair, whose eyes shot deadly flame.
Struck right, struck left, struck fast and slow, but truly struck in vain
For Sir Jamal with eldritch skill made sure that he was slain.
Trumpets sounded! Forth there came a battle maiden fair,
a Valkyrie with sword and spear, Ciar ingen Daire.
No quarter given. Long and hard the fight was done at last,
As black and crimson, silver oak leaves fell like season past.
Trumpets sounded! Forth there came a skilled and deadly foe.
Edward Oakenheart had come to deal a deadly blow.
But his was not the blow that ended contest fiercely fought,
For Sir Jamal struck fast and deft, opponent come to naught.
Ttrumpets sounded! Forth there came a banner blood and sable
With wyvern in the noonday light, mighty, fit and able.
Lord Gunnar Jorgensen prevailed, most fearsome fighter yet,
The battle lasted many blows and finally, one misstep.
Trumpets sounded! Forth there came a fellow Knight, most strong.
Hight Sir Mons von Goarshausen with sword both sharp and long.
Valiant Sir Jamal fought on, fought full, fought fine, fought hard,
But nonetheless a sudden blow did lay him in the yard.
So ended Tourney sadly, but with Chivalry and Honor,
For noble foes must always be worthy of bright armor.
Fair Eowyn knows that her Jamal, the finest fighter known,
Holds her first within his heart. For her, that is her Throne.
- — THLady Catherine Aimeri de Winter
- ...Sable, three hearts gules on a bend ermine
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