Dread Red-Wolf

Sir Drogo FitzWilliam
victorious in Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. XLI

Dread Red-Wolf

Comes now daring Drogo,
Throwing gauntlet down,
Steps he onto tourney field,
Come for Caid’s crown.

There stands deadly Drogo,
Conan in his sight,
Badger spins and lashes out,
Quickly ends the fight.

Now see doughty Drogo,
Rudolph doth he face,
Anvil flits with flashing sword,
Dead but not disgraced.

Deftly dodging Drogo,
Killian’s hard put,
Turns he ‘bout the erik, then,
Rests at Drogo’s foot.

There be dire Drogo,
Hon-ed sword in hand,
Reyni-Harekr Brandsson falls,
Ne’er more to stand.

Dark and dour Drogo,
Paces round Sir Njal,
Grimmson strikes with mighty clash,
Yet he drops withal.

Watch as dashing Drogo,
Chases down the Bear,
Lightning strike from Kuma Hits!
Blood mats Drogo’s hair.

Up gets dancing Drogo,
Reels ‘round the BYE,
BYE is thought an easy win,
Beaded brow belies.

Whirling, darting Drogo,
Engages Gamel now,
Spinning in the maelstrom,
Lion takes a bow.

Proud and dauntless Drogo,
Spies him now the Boar,
Edward parries Norman’s blade,
Even stands the score.

Dreadful Red-Wolf Drogo,
Valiant he indeed,
Edward Senestre’s down at last:
Vivat Rex Caid!!!

— Signore Antonio lo Seccante della Rovere

... called Secca, resides in Venice and serves as the Poet Errant for the Brotherhood of Saint Valentine. Recently he was honored to be asked to be Sir Kolfinna’s squire; and will begin training with Her Excellency at Hús Marbæli.

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