'Twas on a field so bright and fair, An errant knight met fate laid bare. For love he held within his heart— One close by, one kept apart. He came to joust with banners high, Gold lance agleam beneath the sky. A champion bold, the bards would sing, Of valor worn and honor's ring. A lady fair he did adore, Her gaze a light he’d long implore. Yet deep within, another flame— A Queen of Hearts, unknown by name. To one he pledged his solemn vow, A maiden once, unwed till now. He took her hand with noble grace, But longing stirred in secret place. A fevered ache he could not quell, A dream that cast a silent spell. The Queen of Hearts, his hidden fire, A love unclaimed, a hushed desire. He gave the lady her charm, Then turned away to shield from harm. The Queen looked on with silent smile, A glance that lingered all the while. He whispered truths with trembling breath, Of passion strong as life and death. A longing deep he could not flee, A love that burned eternally. Two hearts he held, both pure and bright, The Queen, the lady, and the knight. But torn between the two, he stood, In love’s own war, misunderstood. Then to the field he rode once more, The trumpet’s cry, the crowd’s uproar. A rival met him, proud and grand, Steel clashed with fate at love’s command. The crowd did cheer, the lances flew, The knight’s resolve began to skew. He felt the weight of hearts betrayed, And charged with sorrow, soul dismayed. A fleeting thought, a whispered plea: “I can't have both—Lord, set me free.” The rival struck, the knight fell low, His breath grew faint as his blood flowed. Two cries rang out across the field, As death’s embrace began to yield. The lady fair, with fury wild, Took back her charm, no longer smiled. The Queen knelt down with tearful grace, And sorrow softened her sweet face. The knight looked up with final breath, And found his peace in nearing death. His head upon her breast did lie, A smile beneath the darkened sky. Though pierced by fate’s eternal knife, He’d found the true love of his life. So ends the joust, the tale now sung, Of hearts entwined and songs begun. The errant knight, in love’s last fight, Won not the field—but found the light.
0/500