The Black Knight's Demise

Dream on, fair maiden, of distant lands and the knights with whom you ride. For tomorrow will come and upon the day you shall become my bride. Then dreams should cease and control thee, I shall. For you will be mine alone. And damn the knight that wins the hand that I have set out to own. Prepare me my horse, oh squire, be quick! Gather my armor, my swords and my lance! Gather all weapons, though heavy they be, we must leave nothing to chance! And mark my words, for upon this day I will enter this dwelling, a king! And with me on steed, in fine linens she’ll wear, the queen that will wear my ring. But listen, the beats of hooves as they ride And the clamor of iron and steel. They think they will win, but I know for sure before whom they will all kneel. But, who is that, clad in silver and gold, riding a stallion pure white, carrying only a shield and a sword in his hand? Cursed be the pride of this foolish knight. Ah, it is battle time now and there she sits, awaiting the victor, indeed. For predicted in dream, I shall prevail. I shall defeat. I shall succeed. He approaches me now. In joust he rides holding his sword and his shield. Keep coming good knight, for I will prevail And to me, you shall yield. But, it’s cold now, this feeling I’ll never forget seeing a river that’s running so red. My lance it had failed and on the ground, here I lay. In moments my dreams will be dead. Those dreams, those cursed dreams that are sending this man to his grave. I have failed in attempt to fulfill all the dreams proving me nothing, but a knave. The Good Knight, he walks to take the maiden’s fair hand as I lay here dying in despair. Curse you, oh knight, and your family to come For the suffering I have, you will share. But he turns to me now, trying to get me to rise Offering his hand out to me for to grasp. And I spit on his shoes and curse him by name As I stare and take my last gasp.