Knight Errant

Jousting windmills thrusting great beasts.

Charging into fire for her release.

Taking it to them, whom he cannot see,

he Is brandishing the sword of chivalry.

Living the words he so deeply became.

Fighting for love honor and his good name.

She is the unreachable mirage to be seen.

His longing for her.. the impossible dream

He sees her so perfect so above the fray.

He sings to her, how she will love him someday.

Stripped of his armor he is forced to wait.

Held for the inquisition, and his new fate.

Reminded of his delusions of grandeur and such.

Chivalry is gone now, no more longing for her touch.

No more to prove, nothing to thrust.

She, is there at his bedside, lost from within.

Where is my knight errant?