Knight

��My Knight

As a girl I dreamed of knights,

and all the things of yore,

of dragon's lairs and unicorns,

and other beings of lore,

I fancied myself a young princess,

a maiden soon to be,

with fortune, adventure and daring knights,

soon to come to me,

Soon to come that one brave knight,

on one illustrious day,

in shining mail, to win my heart,

and carry me away,

And ne'er a doubt was in my mind,

that this would all be so,

though kings and knights and chivalry,

were things of the long ago,

As I grew I awaited rescue,

my prison tower was this world,

my knight would still find his princess,

disguised as a peasant girl,

Time wore on, I waited still,

with a true and faithful vow,

for knight and lost lineage to come,

but began to question how,

Maidenhood came, my heart grew sick,

of all of men's ploys and lies,

I found too many renowned Black Knights,

that hid in a prince's guise,

The noble princess somewhat melted away,

a grieving lost soul in her stead,

I was ever the first of my maid friends to cry,

"Chivalry really is dead,"

Trolls I could battle, goblins defeat,

meet dragon's with a brave face,

But where magic is dead and the knights are all black,

is truly a horrible place!

Cruel time went on and my heart grew dark,

I felt tarnished by this world,

I longed for the dreams and faith that I had,

when I was a little girl,

But one day I heard that a place there is still,

where great deeds are not memory,

where actors wore armor and jousted and fought,

I decided "This I must see,"

But I did not dress as a princess should dress,

even though vain hope clutched my heart,

for they were all actors, the court was not real,

and mine was a world apart,

Oh, but when I arrived in that wondrous place,

I saw that I had been wrong,

mail shone brightly, broadswords clashed,

like battles from out of a song,

Each man was a lord, each lady a queen,

each section had their own knight,

who would throw a rose to a lady fair,

after each victorious fight,

Our knight he won a joust or two,

and saw me not, though I did strive,

He threw his rose to a little girl,

whose dreams were still alive,

And another knight won the tournament,

and chose his lady fair,

They crowned her "Queen of Beauty and Love,"

but my heart, it was not there,

And did not note upon his steed,

(Yes, 'twas even a steed of white!)

in shining mail, with sword at side,

the heralding Head Knight,

He had fought but once, but once enough,

in all that glorious evening,

he had fought against the rebel knight,

defending the imperiled king,

When I walked in the courts, later that night,

after the tournament,

I noted him, long hair of gold,

eyes color of the firmament,

He discoursed with others, I approached,

the actor with to speak,

I found no actor but a true knight,

Then, when I did not seek,

For his eyes then fell on me,

deep within them lit a fire,

He recognized me as a princess,

even in peasant's attire,

I had reached out my hand, as the commoners do,

for a congenial, neighborly shake,

but he took it and kissed it, held it still at his lips,

I waited for myself to awake,

But this was no dream, this knight was real,

the one speaking of my beauty,

and holding my hand and asking my name,

and he was talking to me!

"How lovely your name," he asked if I knew,

that my name really meant "Princess",

my heart was a flutter with rejoicing,

I answered him with a "Yes,"

He wanted to see me again sometime,

but I was from a distant land,

and I did not care if I saw it again,

for he was still holding my hand,

I wanted to stay there forever,

hoping the moment never would end,

I feared if I left my heart would break,

and this time never would mend,

I tried to discourse with him idly,

but the conversation always fell,

back again on how lovely I was,

Oh, he courted me well!

I cannot related all the things that were said,

in fact I won't even try,

for they could only be cheapened in words,

written once the moment's gone by,

Cruel time went fast, we had to part,

but he gave me his name,

to find him in this land of his,

if e'er again I came,

He turned to go, long sweeping cloak,

I timorous as a fawn,

Turning back sighed, "Beautiful eyes,"

and turning again was gone,

And ne'er I saw his face again,

yet do not mourn my plight,

for though t'was but for a moment in time,

In that moment, I found my knight.

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