About a decade ago now, the Fox ran a tabletop Changeling game for a small group of us. This was before Tale of Winter, though some of the threads from that early game ran through the larp.
My character, Bryn, was a troll knight who ended up swearing service to (and falling in love with, in the chivalric sense) a knocker inventor/clubber named Violet. Violet was an NPC played by the Fox. She had a whole purple and black industrial goth thing going on, and she was wicked hot! She was the girlfriend/prisoner of a redcap named Mortag the Red, and he was a pretty nasty piece of work. He pretty much just kept her around to make weapons and munitions for his gang.
I woke up one night after a gaming session and wrote this sonnet in a fit of inspired, frenetic passion. Recently, the topic of sonnets has come up on WoW, and it sent me to search out this piece. I think it’s rather good for being something I wrote ten years ago.
What fairest beauties pierce mine eye,
With flashing looks and floating hair,
Can contest thy beauty’s symmetry,
Or with thine wisdom doth compare?
Thou’rt fair as black-winged night.
Bright Luna in thy features dwells,
My heart, my soul, mine eye’s delight,
Sweet Lady of the urban dells.
Nature’s whim hath made thee wild,
Her purple wine thy lips doth stain,
And many a heart hast thou beguiled,
Yet all who love thee love in vain,
For one has chained the wild-grown flower,
Who feels no love, but lusts for power.
–by Dame Bryn Copeland, in service to the Lady Violet