A Knights Tale

A Knight's Tale

What cursed dream vision or quest sent me here
at the start of this long road which leads to the tower which imprisons you.
I wonder what wise man, what oracle to go to
to inure myself against the evil spells, demons which i carry with me,
the ones which i am yet to encounter.

For my house is a desolate house.
The vast shadows of dragons cross the once opulent court.
The walls bridged, now have all gone the way of Jericho.
Bushes , weeds, brambles & occasionally wild roses blossom
where hedge gardens reminiscent of Nebuchadnezzar's once stood.

& i am the last left of my father's house.
Along with my brother guilt who won't forgive me for outlasting
my older brothers, more skilled with sword or spear than one like me
could ever dream of being. More accomplished or familiar with the things of the world.
and therefore fitter to meet the danger, the challenge
which now quake me.

Armed with a sword too long for me;
an armor too heavy, too hot to bear
i am spurred only by that pure vision of your face which remains
the only thing undefiled by those dragons & wargs;
& the promise of your betrothal.

But then they came. Laid the land and my family waste .Left me for dead.
After marking the kingdom's roads with pyramids of whitening skulls,
they took you and trapped you in that tower
guarded by villainous knights and snake-tailed dragons.

I pray now less for strength against the gruesome creatures
which enabled this grey fate than I pray
for strength against those petty little demons of fear & doubt & guilt
which have made a fruitful nest of my bosom.

With them conquered i could stand against the most awesome
sulfur-breathed dragon guarding the black gates of your cursed tower.