Hail To the Knight of Woeful Countenance
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance,
the impossible dream with lance in hand.
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.
Knight, Don Quixote, rose in allegiance
The man from La Mancha, felt in demand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.
His squire Sancho Panza, flaunted the stance
From old Rocinante, slain windmills at hand.
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.
His make believe love, a one way advance.
Dulcinea, ……………..gets no wedding band.
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.
Castles and mules and a loser’s penance.
Bound by the rules only Knights understand
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance
Retiring, a dream brings him assurance
New found sanity, he swears with raised hand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful countenance
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance
Sept 15, 2012 © cghjr
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2012
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