LadyBush attempts poetry. What horror will she unleash in the name of Tristan, the best of the knights?
Tristan's Epitaph
In the end, what is death to him?
-He who had made an art of it?
Curved blade had dazzled in the fight.
Mortality was always there,
An issue to be ignored.
A lone shadow in a black night.
Is Heaven only for believers?
And where might a sinner find rest?
The Hawk circled, silent in flight.
Raise the head, bowed in prayer.
Bury the body; leave the hill.
Who will weep for this fallen knight?
A hawk, high up, will cry its fill.