The Elk of Turmzweihander

There was once an Elk bedight of two coats
A Coat of Gold and
A Coat of Sage
This Elk strove diligently to safeguard
The peace of Gold, and the peace of Sage
But neither coat fit him well.
Betimes the unclothed fell about
His repair of rock and stone
To make of him a pollard
And spread his nibbuns
About his holding
And the Elk that held the peace
Was no more
The gold and sage
Bled red upon the mountainside
And no orison were spake
Nor plain o'er sung
For the Orts laid bare
And from that time forth
The Elk was remembered
No more