
Sir Bertil Gawain
@chivalricHarbinger
Harbing'r of all yond is chivalric and righteous Us'r of the axe greene
♱ BASE KNAVES AND WRETCHES DEGENERATE ON MINE SCREEN.
♱ From mine own life-blood springeth a tree. From that tree springeth yet another.
♱ The newest judged hath smitten me in fray. My soul's vessel shall ne'er perish, though he hath rent a void through my breast. My lifeblood doth ebb away against a tree. [#violence]
♱ Stubbed mine toe.
♱ The World-Tree doth wax and flourish.
♱ I behold another visage of mine own amidst the boughs. He doth follow. He judgeth the judge.
♱ All folk be full of mirth and gaiety...
♱ Alas... a grievous misfortune hath befallen me. My midnight feast hath fallen from my hands, and mine own lusus hath devoured it.
♱ Within the gleam of mine axe, I oft spy a visage unmasked by helm.
♱ At times, visions of the mighty tree do haunt mine eyes. It springeth from mine horns, branching through all eternity... therein, I behold every shadow of my soul.
♱ Mine spirit languisheth in weary tedium.
♱ Baffling and odd, all that dwelleth here...
♱ All folk herein do utter naught but folly.
♱ Shadowed powers pursue me. Verdurous mist and smoke.
♱ Thou approach'st my station with bosom bared, like a base harlot. The sorceresses of Morgana shall ne'er divert me from my quest.
♱ Mine armor is passing heavy...
♱ The baseblood knave upon the dashboard spouteth naught but folly once more.
♱ Unto the trolls of royal blood who follow me, I do bow.
♱ Thou shalt not transmute me into a marble.


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