A knight in shining black, anonymous — his lance
without a single mark, and see the princess’ glance,
selects him over lords and all the greedy baronets.
She ties a silver cord around his lance — an amulet
to quench the rivalry of warriors that want her hand
despite their chivalry, they yearn to rule the land.
and listen you can hear them grind, daggers, axes for the kill
a tourney winner cannot mind, and only fools rely on skill.
See! as pale sun reflects on the black knight’s silent head
his unmarked shield deflects the blows that wish him dead,
and every suitor of the princess fall, his aim still good and arm
is stronger than them all, they fail to cause him any harm.
His steed is proud and black and when he felled his foes
he leaves his maiden all alone to music of departing hooves.
She’s saved from suitors greed but still a single tear
shed for gallantry and deeds but for the knights remain their fear.
Today we are having a ball at dVerse. A real torney with knights and ladies and whatever you want to have.
February 24, 2015