Love song for a werewolf (II)
“Running Wild” by Sarah McCarty
A ballad of three wolven brothers by Troubaudor Lola and Minstrel Sheridan - Part II (Kelon’s Story)
THE FIRST FYTTE
O’ wouldst thou remember dearest reader,
That yester day morn we had spun
A ballad of three wolven brethren,
Of which the tale of one t’were done
THE SECOND FYTTE
Now draw ye to the fire,
As we spin a tale anew
Of the one that ’twas called Kelon
Fair of form with breath like morning dew
His mate he finds in bonny Robin, sister to wife of Donovan
Attacked by a heartless brute, Robin’s puir heart doth burn’d
In seeking some assistance, Donovan called on Kelon the Brave
His twin in looks but darker in charm, to dispose of all the knaves
Having spyed Robin from the shadows, Kelon’s soul he doth surrender
“Come live with me and be my love,” the savage beast doth murmur
Alas! Alas! O’ tragedy strikes
Casting a pall on a love so true
For faire Robin has sickened
And death shalt tear asunder in a manner cru’el
But Kelon, thou art most noble of creatures! Thou art a man like none other
(By which, Lady Lola hastens to add, not just your claws and taile of fur)
Gladly wouldst thou givest up, thy life and soul and body
O’ Kelon, wouldst thou consider Lady Lola, one far less sickly?
THE THIRD FYTTE
Awa’ he took his Robin, away to a hidden cave
To escape a brother of a lady dear whose kidney to Robin gave
In that cave he kiss’d her dear and took awa’ her maidenhead
O, in that cave sweet love they made, upon a thin feather’d bed
He bit her hard and mark’d her his
(And at this Lady Lola doth sigh’d with bliss)
But all too soon, trouble loom’d as it oft doth in this book
And all because Robin left the cave of love and ventured to the brook
“Who are ye?” and “whither the knife?” spake Robin as the drugs rac’d thru’ her body
Then “fare thee well” she thought to Kelon the Hardness, as the knife sliced and rendered her bloody
But brave Kelon did her cries hear he and cam’ rinnin’ fast to her
In beasty form did he attack and slew the madden’d brother
“Nay how canst this be?” cried Lady Sheridan, whose perfect face hath lost its cherry red
“A heroine slain and a happy ending not? O! I shalt take to my bed!”
“Lady Sheridan I bidst thee to stay”, faire Lola doth reply’d
“For no harme did befall Robin, Kelon’s tongue a healing aid” quoth she, and then sigh’d
THE FOURTH FYTTE
Kelon carry’d his maiden faire safely away, back to her bower to heal
What happenst thus dear reader, dothst mak’d any fair lady squeal
Enrag’d that e’er he mighte lose her, off the velvet gloves were yank’d
As Robin ‘twere dragged o’er braw Kelon’s lap, and her rosy bottome spank’d
She squeal’d and moan’d wi’ passion
She heaved and squirm’d wi’ joye
But unyielding twas Kelon’s manly arm,
As wi’ Robin he merrily toy’d
To prove that she was stronger and that worrie not he e’er shoulde
Betwixt Robin’s lips as redde as a rose, doth taken Kelon’s manhood
Overcome wi’ desire and filling Robin’s tendere core,
Kelon cried “For nowe I have founde mine owne true love,
Whom I thought I should never see more.”