The root of a giant tree
Branches depend on
A rock to stand on
The king of the jungle
The lion roars
At the sight of danger
The shield of the knight protects its people
Thickness of its roots builds a strong
foundation
Not only for its branches,
But its leaves as well
The knight fights not for his life
But for the lives he shields
The battle field becomes his home
Wounds become a source of motivation
The sword his aid
Success and defeat his merits
At sunrise
He hears the daily mass
He prays for his own
The Quintain and Pell become a source of
strength
Issues of warfare become his headache
He lives according to the chivalry rules
Time is spent on mastering the dance
The dance to the tune of death
His skills in horsemanship eases
The stressful journey
Hunting and hawking become a responsibility
Jugglers, acrobats, and jesters become his
muse
At dusk
A toast to the family knight is made
A great feast is held
Prayers are said for him
In life
He is worth celebrating
And in death
He is remembered and emulated.
Cheers!!
Written by: Poet Dela
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