One Knight's Passion
There is no dragon's fiery breath
No black knight's sword dealing death
No creature of the land or sea
Could keep me from possessing thee
There is no thing that I could find
Not strong ale nor sweet wine
Even Merlin's herbs and such
Pale beside my lady's touch
There is no rose could smell so sweet
No fair maiden I might meet
No body in the sky above
That could outshine my lady love
There is no challenge I won't take
No quest too bold for me to make
No ties from which I wouldn't part
To win my fairest lady's heart
On my honor this I swear
All my life with you I'll share
I pledge my sword, my heart, my name
Pray tell me lady you'll do the same
last battle of a Knight
the landscape barren and worn
a city of tent worn by the elements
bloodspatterd and torn,
no sun but clouds, landscape cloaked in darkness
a Knight calls his aids, calls for his armor
the cry of war horns sounds, troops prepare
the Knight ready to march draws his sword
the army sets out, they encounter the enemy
many meet darkness others live
the Knight fights on, wounded he continues
refusing to die, never to back down
he meets his match, too strong for him
he is old tired and worn from many years
he has cried many tears some for friends
some the people he lost, he last meets the darkness
he sighs and falls. a hero to king and country
carried to the crpt entombed in stone he rests at last
the legacy of the Knight lives on people remember
never forgotten never disturbed he rests.