Knights Of The Rolling Table
A knight fighting for his ruler's realm
His king's kingdom of psalm
With his might offers his life
Saving a king all his life
A second knight serves with bow
And a deadly arrow to throw
Aiming at enemy's clout
Mouth of his sting without pout
A third knight battles like a gladiator
Using all weapons for his king's splendor
Will die for his king's scepter
Bearing a seal haunting any spectre
A fourth knight trained to die and win
Under his majesty will stand for thy skin
Bravery in his heart, loyalty will not part
'til his last breath, earning his title by heart
Four Knights of the Rolling Table
Now competing before the stable
Chosen horse to ride on for a lady's hand
Pointed stick to hold on, or die with a soft hand
Contest ended, all knights hurt and tended
The Lady's hand was not won, only shown and extended
Then Knights merged in the center
Before the King and Lady's eyes, all bowed together
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