This is a reading of the sonnet I entered as part of the Poeta Atlantiae competition at Ruby Joust. This poem was read aloud in court as a memorial to Syr Aldrydd (mka Rich Stryker). I had received requests for a recorded reading, so I produced this short mini-sode.
Where Lay we the hero with his heart and
hands stilled? Where lay we these most revered bones?
Be there a tomb that can hold such a man
Be there craftsmen to carve such a stone
Shall we bury his sword and give it to rust
Shall his shield bear his weight one last time
Return the white belt and spurs in his trust
as to heaven’s high spires he climbs
Shall his chain be returned to his king
for such a soul can no longer be bound
For we forget the last line of the oath we all sing
when we bend knee to sovereign and crown
We mourn the loss now of our comrade and friend
til death takes us or til the world ends.
Ld. Gideon ap Stephen