Poem: The Green Knight

By Jack Brummet 

You walk the hall of broken mirrors
Upon the walls of which are hung
The skulls of those who walked before you.

Filtered grey light pools
On the floor in the distance.
A green knight walks toward you,

With a battle-axe in one hand
And a branch of holly in the other.
Bercilak de Hautdesert asks if you want to play a game.

He strops the axe on his green leather pants.
The Green Knight asks you to roshambo.
"You first," he says. "Take the first swing.”

You take the axe and swing. The helmet flies
Into the stone wall.
The head rolls down the hallway.

The Green Knight picks up the head
Which tells you to meet him

At the Green Chapel New Year's morning

So that he may deal his exchange blow.
The Green Knight's head chuckles
As his footsteps fade away.
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