Saturday, July 13, 2019

MIghty Men

For him love was tournament, battle, and crusade
He went with shining armor to ride in masquerade
For love and lust of chivalry, he vied to make his trade
But mighty men have frailties that they cannot evade

A woman from the village, he took to quench his thirst
Promises of marriage and a lady's life, rehearsed
Instant love she found in him, with manhood she conversed
Male relief he had in her, he couldn't have in his first

Exchanging more than earthly vows at the mornings break
A grand, snow-white tunic she made for him to take
A symbol of her purest love, the strongest weave in make
To be worn with thoughts of her to keep his heart from ache

In his long time absence, she raised the progeny
he grew up strong and tall, he grew up wild and free
The son took up the sword and learned the chivalry
And with his mother's love, learned responsibility

 They came with marching feet, they came in early spring
They came to pillage the land, and rode with their new king
Dressed in snow white tunic, on his head a golden ring
Next to him a princely child and a lovely queen

The woman saw them riding and quickly she went pale
Loudly calling out to him, her cries to no avail
His promise long forgotten, in trade for noble veil
Cut down without a thought or word by soldiers in chain-mail

The army and the village fought til near all were dead
But not before the son cut off his father's gold-crowned head
The oldest killed the youngest, to his bed took the queen
Whilst saying to her “all this time, mislead you have been”

For him love was victory, battle, and crusade
Pride did shape his destiny in search for glory made
Love cannot be found in crowns or armies on parade
But mighty men have frailties that they cannot evade

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