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