KNIGHT’S TALE
Flesh that is scarred by wounds of trade
Chivalrous and loyal, promises made
Fierce and strong with a gentle touch
A seat at the round table will cost you much
A passionate lover, hands that are slow
Revered and honored where ere you go
A code of arms with covenant and creed
Trusted in word and faithful in deed
Mysterious and dark, veiled in armor
Eyes that are cold a heart that’s warmer
Alone in quest but brothers in battle
Fists of iron will make your head rattle
But quick with a smile and a generous notion
A heart that’s big, as big as the ocean
Victor of the mighty, defender of the frail
And so goes the plot of this knight’s tale