A knight wields a sword
after the killing of his love,
a beautiful maiden was she
God sent her, from above.
They loved each other truly
he was the King, of his land,
wanted to marry the maiden
asked her father, for her hand.
Her father gave them his blessing
known each other since they were young,
had the hope, to one day marry
the maiden's heart, the knight had won.
On the day, the wedding came
dragons flew in the sky above,
there for the maiden and knight
in the celebration of their love.
Off in the distance, there was trouble brewing
clans that were not invited, stood,
the young knight and maiden
knew they were up to no good.
These men of uncleanliness
jealousy raged in their hearts,
tried to steal the land from the knight
had set fire to his hay carts.
These men did their very best
to get the maiden as their own,
but, she, was smarter then they
said she had a heart of stone.
But, they knew she had lied
when they saw the ring on her hand,
they tried everything they could
to put her under their command.
These no good, filthy, mongrels
had broken up the wedding day,
they laughed and drank merrily
didn't matter, what anyone had to say.
Each had a sword at their side
waiting for the chance to a fight,
teasing the guests at the party
which wasn't at all, very bright.
The knight and his beloved maiden
tried their best to stay together,
but, they ended up, getting split apart
during the nasty, rainy weather.
All hope is very well lost now
when the unwanted clan starts a fight,
the knight tries his best to be calm
fights them off, with all his might.
From behind, there came a scream
so horrid and so very shrill,
"The maiden is dead!" someone screamed
the knight saddened, with tears, his eyes did fill.
How could they have done this to him?
He ran over, to be at her side,
this was the day, to marry his love
and he wasn't with her, when she died.
He didn't want her to die in vain
time to up and be a man,
he had to get even, for her
and protect his ancestry land.
A beautiful maiden was she
God sent her, from above,
a knight wields a sword
after the killing of his love.
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