Good Knight, Sleep Tight

Purer than angelic love, nobler than royal Kings of old as white winged doves sail above, a loyal Knight's tale is hereby told Once upon a time, long ago in bygone yesterdays, there lived many a maiden wooed by her gallant young man who'd roam and sing songs, riding against a brilliant sun's rays, to make her his Lady, his bride; gold ring on willowy-fingered hand Skin whiter than foamy cream chain mail and sword's shining gleam, valiant and well-adored is he who fights for a home of the free Fair princess damsels, fearfully in distress, richly imbued soft velvet, satin billowed dress crying out His holy name for blessed salvation, feudal lords boldly killing off nearby nations Justice and chivalry, imparted amongst five more, seven knightly virtues, void of deadly mortal sin brave hearts far-flung beneath raging throes of war, enslaved by silvery armor, aging spirits wear thin A Knight's honor and duty rests upon faith, his God foremost, and warm passion for his land traveling along his pre-destined karmic path, praying for righteousness, that he's last to stand; put to the gray test of humanity's bloodstained wrath (c) 6/01, 3/04 SmSAlas, nevermore are days of valiant knights. Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 06:49 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   12 • 11 • 4