Days of Mirth
Days ere crept upon the mocking raven
Whatnots of past morning glades lay saven
Destroyer of the twain of chivalry
Amidst the hallowed fusion of sun and earth
Careaux et Rollo in merriment sport below the sky
In jest the twain wrestle to be by Jennifer’s side
Careaux loved Rollo loved Careaux, days of mirth.
Jennifer, eyes of silver shadowed each of their thoughts
A duel she dreamed will be deliverance from her virginity
Careaux and Rollo will be her wrath against rigidity
A duel, Careaux vs. Rollo for Jennifer of Callotte.
Laughter hails as the twain tumble over one another
Hearts filled with youth jump as Jennifer is in sight
Careaux proclaims his majestics adding fists to the fight
Rollo confused estranges some of his love for his brother.
Jennifer of Callotte inspired by the struggle announces
“The winner of this battle shall take my hand”
Careaux frenzied drives Rollo into the sand
Rollo in pain refuses to retaliate to Careaux’s pounces.
Rollo lay on the turf as Careaux joys in victory
Jennifer patronizes Careaux while Rollo anguishes in pain
Careaux and Jennifer walk away, the twain stained
Jennifer cooks for Careaux stewed walnut and hickory.
Upon the setting of the sun Careaux remembers Rollo
He loved Rollo, he had no love for the virgin of Callotte
Rollo lay in his last breath, it was Careaux he sought
Upon seeing Rollo’s body Careaux hastened to follow.