Knight’s Tale

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