Oh Knight, My Knight

Oh knight my knight where hideth thee when terror lurks around,
When darkness looms and castle rooms are filled with evil sounds.
I pine in woe and pray to know what keeps thee from my sight,
For thou I love with all my heart, my brave and fearless knight.

What quest distracts thee, keeps thee gone, what dragons seek thy fate
While I must pace, confined in space, condemned to brood and wait.
Oh heavens high, my lot draws neigh, my soul grows cold as ice,
For he has left to save us all, not once, not twice but thrice.

Oh March’s cold that chills my bones, yet promises the spring,
Return my knight, reverse my plight, my lover and our king
Who can’t refuse nor can he lose these quests that come his way,
When I must wait befrought with fear in days forlorn and gray.

Twas nearly seven days ago they came from far-off lands
To steal the one, the dead king’s son, with their inspiring plans.
And innocent, of course he went, with I left all alone,
Midst endless days and endless nights and castle’s cold gray stone.

Why chose he me from all the rest, to love but oft to leave?
A hero he was meant to be, a world of make-believe.
A life alone is what I’ve known, since I became his bride,
Forsaken for those noble quests and his unseemly pride.

I pass midst minstrels, maids and surfs, midst smell of roasting meat,
The callused few, deceivers who claim good and the aesthete.
But gross they be for none can see what pain wells up inside.
I dare not show what’s really there, for sadness doth abide.

“The queen is noble,” say the folk, “she shares her king with all.”
With eyes cast down I hide my frown, alone within these walls.
For life is bare with him not there to share the winter’s cold,
But off he flies to save the world, why must he be so bold?

“My lady join us in the dance,” the slackers smile and bow.
I also smile but all the while I’m pondering just how
I’ll just go on until the dawn, to face another day,
Forsaken for his noble quest and some ignoble prey.

“Come eat with us our lady queen, and share our company.”
But food’s no taste and seems a waste when he’s not here with me.
One takes my arm and means no harm but something in his eye
Makes dread fill up my lonely heart, for what his touch belies.

He pulls me to’ard the stairway door, “Your time as queen has passed,
Your king and knight has lost his fight, our dungeon holds him fast.
So come with me and you shall see the future looming near.”
And as the door shuts with a thud I’m overwhelmed with fear.

What know the guests who celebrate about the evil plot,
That holds me fast and may long last, that evil men begot?
My soul cries out, I want to shout, my king where art thou now?
Art thou alive with schemes and plans to save us all somehow?

She thinks of miles that separate, and pray they shrink to none.
She’s unaware her fervent prayer has reached the very one
Who’s pow’r prevails o’er all travails, who makes all wishes true,
Who even as she seeks to sleep can evil deeds undo.

For not as far off as she thinks lies he who she would save,
And while she slept, a secret kept, and thus an empty grave.
A man is heard, it seems absurd, a most familiar sound,
Is this a dream or could it be that what was lost is found?

With trepid voice she calls a name, her heart leaps in her breast,
And from without, a muffled shout, she’s suddenly been blest.
The voice she hears through joyous tears, a song like none before.
Alas her joy is tempered by the locked and bolted door.

But he the knight and much loved king has those who serve him still.
He calls a name, a gaoler came, his fortunes to fulfill.
A rusted key, a heartfelt plea and then they’re at her door,
A trusted friend, the king is free, the quest is nearly o’er.

They mount the cold and winding steps and face astounded guests.
The traitor stares, not quite aware his plot’s been put to rest.
A few brief words, the story heard, a fleeing traitor caught,
His plot to overthrow the king has quickly come to naught.

Astounded faces look their way, the cheers sound loud and clear.
“Long live the king,” the voices sing, for all the land to hear.
“My knight and lord, please sheath thy sword, stay home and rule with me.”
He smiles at her, a subtle wink, we’ll have to wait and see.