Two Sonnets From Lusty

I was tasked with making the scrolls for the two tournaments at Lusty Month of May, which was this past weekend. Lacking any particular text for them, I opted to follow the poetical theme that was running through the event and write sonnets for the tourney winners:

The first, dedicated to Caius Aurelius, who won the armored tourney:

The mighty bear strikes out with tooth and claw
To rend the flesh away from bloody bone
Yet softly does it lick the bear cub's paw
When sated it returns back to its home.

Likewise the snarling wolf will lead its pack
To leap upon the unsuspecting sheep
All so that it may bring a morsel back
To where its hungry pups lay fast asleep.

A soldier's sword is forged to go to war
And shed the crimson blood of those it smites
But death is not the purpose at its core
And war is not the warrior's delight.

The blade defends the lives and honor of
Our kinsfolk and the people that we love.

And the second, dedicated to Mikolai Pilypas, who won the rapier tourney:

The foot may seem to be of little worth
Upon the ground besmirched by dirt and dust
And yet its firm connection to the earth
Gives power to the lunging rapier's thrust.

As well, the hand is such a fragile thing
That it must hide within the gauntlet's shell
But cleverly its fingers guide the sting
Along a course no parry can repel.

But two eyes are we given for our sight
To mark things near at hand or far away
Yet these are quite sufficient that we might
Know where to strike yet keep our foes at bay.

With foot and hand and eye all three combined
Sure victory is never far behind.