KNIGHT OF OLD
I knew a knight, a knight of old,
He was so handsome and very bold.
He wore my scarf of emerald green,
Into the frightening battle scene.
They jousted, these wonderful knights of
old,
They would hit, then turn, and seem so cold,
In battle they must not let emotions run,
They must concentrate on the contest in the sun.
This knight I once knew, was brave
beyond compare,
He had brown eyes and dark brown hair.
My eyes were glued to the contest between men and steed,
Oh, how my heart ached each time my knight was unseated.
Yet he would arise, and mount again,
His wonderful steed would stand and run till the end.
My Knight fought until he won this mighty battle between
Two very brave knights fighting before the Queen.
He brought to me my emerald scarf once
again,
He extended it forward upon his lance's end.
I curtsied before him and took the scarf in hand,
I knew my heart belonged to this very brave man.
Copyright 2002 by: Tulsabutterfly
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