The Page and the Lady in Waiting

It seems that all of my stories are sad But there are a few tales that make my heart glad Of a page and a lady in waiting I add and a love that endures for so long As children the page and the lady were raised As other loyal subjects of the king in those days Their mistress and lord taught them their ways and their love was written in song The page had a knight for a lord in those years He taught him to fight with swords and with spears In the joust he overcame his greatest of fears and they say he could do no wrong The lady in waiting kept the princess' room clean With never a chore too great or too mean She had eyes of the clearest blue ever seen and a spirit all said was strong The page became a true knight and swore Loyalty to his king forever more 'Ere long people knew him by the fact that he wore a rose on his breast so strong One day the knight noticed a writ on the wall A jousting tournament followed by a ball A lady the prize for the winner overall and the knight did travel long He reached the walls of the castle where The joust was to be held with everyone there In shining armor he rode a white mare and wove his way through the throng The tournament was first for it was to choose Which knight was to win and which knights would lose They honed and polished their weapons to use and prepared themselves to be strong The joust had lasted a day and a night When it came to be our knight's turn to fight He saluted his match as only was right and unhorsed the man 'ere long For three days more the joust went on There was only one victor when it was all done The knight aimed his lance at the setting sun and the bards broke out into song Now the joust was over and it seemed everyone Would be at the ball to join in the fun The knight waited nervously and spoke to no one for he felt that this was wrong For he loved another so far away And wished and prayed for that wonderful day When he would hear his true love say that her love for him was still strong So the night grew long and soon there did come A summons from the king to meet at his home In armor and helm the knight rode all alone through streets that echoed so long The king greeted him at the bridge across the moat Dressed in his finery and red velvet coat The knight listened well and never once spoke and the king knew something was wrong To return the girl the king had said For she had run so filled with dread Than to lose her true love she would rather be dead and the knight remembered a song For his own love waited for him to return And the flame in his heart would forever burn Of this misunderstanding no one would learn and the road to his home would be long In a roadside hostel he found the scared maid His heart nearly burst when on her his eyes laid For it was the lady he loved and had said her love would ever grow strong She saw the knight's armor, his sword, and his mail His helm was on tight and she let out a wail In a chair did tangle her dresses long trail the knight caught her in his arms so strong He removed his bright helm and the lady did gasp She moved even closer into his soft grasp Around her the knight's arms he did clasp and his heart cried out with song So back to the castle they rode his white mare With never a worry and never a care He gave her the rose as they were married there and the nights were never so longtrue love with a twist ;) Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 11:47 PM PST, R. T. Howard   20 • 0 • 8