A Tale of Two Knights

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by IsaiahLeIstya

A Tale of Two Knights

A knight there was, so long ago,

who'd fight against a deadly foe,

and seek to strike a mortal blow,

against the rising forces.

She had a secret; long she'd hide,

the truth of that which lay inside.

Her armour's visage soon deprived,

her of other recourses.


To fight for fair Fellera's law,

She'd raise an arm which others saw,

as clad in steel to shield from awe,

The loss of fighting's freedom.

But to one knight she stood apart,

though he knew not her gender's part,

he saw her striking valiant heart,

which would fight for their kingdom.


Through battles out; through battles din,

denied their love; they'd not give in,

for who'd forgive their mortal sin,

of man with man together?

Her secret held their love a bay,

she could not speak, lest it decay,

for what words could the maiden say,

that kept their hidden tether?


The knight and man, how could he know,

a love worse than his mortal foe,

for he could never love a beau,

and keep his honour standing,

He was bound by his coat of arms,

to deny her ungainly charms,

for of it what could come but harms

against his code's demanding?


They hid their feeling in the fields,

where war-axe hewed through wooden shields,

until one side the battle yields,

and flees the fields of fallen,

But as he walked among the slain,

he saw, much to his hearts disdain,

upon her armour reddened stain,

and sent her death knell calling.


He called the healers to his side,

but none would come, how hard he cried,

not for himself, nor 'gainst the tide;

to mourn her fall so gory

when to the lady's side he rushed,

'neath armour, he removed, so crushed,

he saw the truth which had been hushed,

and told another story.


A warrior lass was his dove,

and he wept for the stars above,

he confessed his undying love,

though she lay dead and dying,

but through the tears of pain and lies,

her truth and love she also cries,

as both wept 'neath the dark'ning skies,

in vain for want of trying.

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