Questing Knights and Tales of Olde
Visions pass through unearthly mist
Like the softness of thy loves first
kiss
Yet swirling in the ethereal cloud
There falls away the mysterious shroud.
Upon a steed, hooves paw ing the ground
Is the truest Knight of the table
so round..
On to Avalon his quest it did take,
And there to his King..a pledge he
did make..
To strive for the honor and search
for the Grail
To live as a knight, and a story to
tell
Yet from a near field the knight was
espied
By a golden haired lass, so emerald
eyed
This lass did see the grand knight
from afar
Hoping against hope.. that he'd wished
on a star.....
©1997 Dancers Inc.
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