Christopher and the Infant Christ

Halt the Night

On a dark eve with’n the ploughland
A young villein and the child of a childwite
Found coarse to the death whispers of day
Where the crenellation on the crenal woth

Ever-so the childwite child cheer’d
Whilst the villein suppered frumenty
However though doth the two encounter
Hundredweight pack of wolves
Feigning life on thy pair
Timid to parchment not be so

Quick thee villein tract to plackart
Sending thy child to belfry salvation
Life lying lowe on the berm
And retrieving the blazon from border

What hath thou done to merit so?
Perchance the bodkin has not in thou favor’s been
No essoin to be assured in aversion of sou
Like villein like childwhite child
Dimless and lightless for God-given beams
Tesseract on a kindred firelight

Like light of the storm
And ferocious homage to the hilt
With strongest strike of merlon
Thy villein pierce thy heart of savage beast

On course to passage then resumed
Across the pole and beyond thee pontage
Reverence to the God and almighty being
Thy villein retrieve thy sallet
In honour thee sheriff present fifty sovereign
And in safely pavise contained
Thy childwite to thy child stood again