The Lady Fair

Even brave knights
Fall from their steeds
Eyes worn by years and grit
The tremble in the hand
Which you stay with a word
More powerful than any sword
The devotion you gather in his eyes
The devastation by a blink;
Another fool in love.

Athena

O’er the hill he rides his steed
To memory’s eternity
Years past the deed
The children still whisper of his face
The lance, the chariot, the fearsome mace
The mysterious knight
Against the fading light
The dragons slayed
And the grateful maids
Send shivers of pleasure when again told
Those bygone chivalric tales of old
Yet sunset spells a specious cast
It was her, not his name, that should last.

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