With armour bright
Rivaled by only his charm.
Not even the night
Can smother his light
His valour – the bane of harm.
Steed noble right
Sword ready to smite,
Any enemy within an arm.
T’is Sir Knight
Our hero who fights
To keep us safe from harm.
For King and land
He'll make his stand
Like glass, his loyalty clear.
Oh, but for Queen or land?
His heart a dent
For both are just as dear.
Like a letter wrongly sent
A gap that cannot mend
His love was what he feared.
The day a royal man
Came calling: The King has sent!
He hadn't the slightest idea.
Years of experience,
Of service, of patience
Told him praise was within reach.
With noble defiance
He strode to Her indifference
And found his heart at his feet.
Oh such a vision
Her regal appearance,
Disaster if she should ever weep!
Beyond any infatuation
Sir Knight's devotion
Transacted in one fell sweep.
So changed a story
That started out happy
About Sir Knight, a shining example.
Who became all sappy
In the name of love's glory
Because he made a Queen his temple.
T'was a tragic folly
To steal the royal cherry,
To taste a desire from the royal table.
But he couldn't see
Beyond perceived duty
To love and protect all that was valuable
He honoured his Queen
She humoured his whim
And wound his noble pride around her finger.
Though with the King
She looked at him
Sir Knight, like she did no other.
But doom's dreaded sting
Came one spring,
When the Queen insisted stopping this fever.
Oh what a royal fling
What a dramatic ending
Sir Knight was still in love with her (royal highness)
So back to his armour
As a chivalrous dreamer
Sir Knight tried to forget about her.
JKLM
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