tarbaby's blog: "some poetry I wrote"

He rode a firey horse 
The fastest anyone had seen 
His armor shined in the sun 
His sword sharp and clean 

N'er a man had bested him 
Not with fist nor with blade 
N'er a woman had held him close 
N'er their beds he'd made 

The only love in his heart 
Was held for his Queen 
His duty and his only oath 
Was given to her upon his knee 

He had fought well for her kingdom 
and oft he'd stood alone 
For the wicked Lords of the court 
secretly planned to steal the throne 

Send him on a quest, said one 
send him now forth 
to slay the firey beast 
that dwell in nthe mountains North 

it will surely devour him 
against us none shall stand 
we can take the kingdom and the Queen 
so began their evil plan 

The shining knight rode the day 
and well into the night 
he stopped to rest beside a brook 
Appeared the dragon ready to fight 

It breathed fire and smoke 
and knocked the knight from his horses back 
the fire burned an acid hot 
It scortched his armor black 

the knight drew his sword and charged at it 
and struck a mighty blow 
He killed the beast and won the fight 
Yet as it died...it spoke 

Loyal knight, knowest thou 
In grave danger is your Queen 
The evil Lords of the kingdom court 
hath laid her castle to seize 

Ride young knight, and do not stop 
She is in the highest tower 
Take with you my final gift 
I give the dragons fire 

He mounted his horse and like the wind 
He rode at lightning speed 
the anger burned within his heart 
He had to save the Queen 

He topped the hill and reared his horse 
the walls guarded by 20 men 
he saw the tower where she was 
the anger rose again 

he charged the gate, his battle cry 
the guards beheld the sight 
Their nightmare true before their eyes 
M' Lord the Black Knight! 

before their fear had fully gripped 
His blade was all they had seen 
he slew them all in an instants time 
Now on to free the Queen 

The tower steps were guarded too 
The assasins hidden well 
they sprang with blades at ready to strike 
but were consumed by flames from neath his helm 

The chamber door, of sturdy oak 
shattered at his heel 
The frightened Lords, at the sight of him 
begged his mercy, and to their knees they fell 

He spoke not a word 
He drew his sword instead 
Thunder roared from high above 
He'd severed off their heads 

He turned to the Queen and looked at her 
Tho frightened, she'd stood her place 
he removed his helm and raised his head 
So she could see his face 

He lifted her up into his arms 
and carried her from the chambers gloom 
He gently sat her rightly there 
Upon her royal throne