By Jack Brummet
On the floor in the distance
Bercilak de Hautdesert
Battle-axe in one hand
A branch of holly in the other
Walks toward you
And asks if you want to play a gameYou swing the axe
His helmet flies
And the head tumbles down the hall
The Green Knight picks it up
And tells you to meet him
At the Green Chapel New Year's morning
For his exchange blow
The head is laughing in his arms.
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Poem: Bercilak de Hautdesert
By Jack Brummet
Grey light pools
On the floor in the distance.
A green knight walks toward you,
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.
You take the axe and swing. The helmet flies off
And smashes against a stone wall.
The head tumbles down the hallway.
The Green Knight picks up the head
And tells you to meet him
At the Green Chapel New Year's morning
For his his exchange blow.
The Green Knight's head chuckles
In his arms as he slips away.
---o0o---
Grey light pools
On the floor in the distance.
A green knight walks toward you,
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.
You take the axe and swing. The helmet flies off
And smashes against a stone wall.
The head tumbles down the hallway.
The Green Knight picks up the head
And tells you to meet him
For his his exchange blow.
The Green Knight's head chuckles
In his arms as he slips away.
---o0o---
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