Blade etched & sharply honed, of noble steely
sword,
Used from eons past, to cut down men & dying
cord,
By men of honour, sat upon the stealthy faithful
steed,
Crossing blades, sealing treaty with quaffing
of the mead.
Upon grimy battle ground, where men are sliced
in mud,
By tapered point & wicked hearts, sealed
& signed in blood,
At dawn´s red duel, for the maiden, honour,
oath & code,
Where the victor, upon the beast, to distant
horizon rode.
From the turret within blue sky, watching, is
young maid,
Will her hero die, or save her? Of the doubt
she´s so afraid,
The day is saved by Knight, with his gallant
sword engraved,
Venerated honour & villain in dungeon, safely
now enslaved.
With kingdom, from the enemy, overtaken, shaken
& freed,
Sunrise gold arrives, with love & the planting
of new seed,
Gentleman in his amour, with triumphant pennant
ablaze,
And with goblet, toasts, “It´s due, to the mighty
steely sword”.
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