The Knight and The Lady

THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY

The news was sent throughout the realm
The war was won and past.
They came from round the countryside
To celebrate at last.

The Lords and Ladies, Knights and Knaves,
The Gentry, one and all
Arrived at dawn and set up camp
Around the castle's hall.

Excitement brought a festive air,
The windows opened wide.
Fresh straw was scattered everywhere,
And furs were brought inside.

Large fires were built and promptly lit
The cooks began their deed.
The feast took place without delay
With wine and ales and mead.

The tables laden down with food
The drinks in goblets gold,
Musicians played and jesters joked
‘Twas just like days of old.

The revelry went on and on
To such a merry din.
Arriving on a trumpet blare
Sir Coxswain, with his men.

A taller man than most was he
And sinewy and lean.
Above firm lips, his nose was strong,
His blue eyes bright and keen.

Resplendent in his uniform
And strewn across his chest
Were medals, ribbons, bits of brass
Awards for bravery's test.

Awareness spread through the hall
For all knew of this man.
His feats of battles, victories
The cunning of his plan.

And so he sat at King’s right side.
He gloried in the fire,
But he was weary, overspent
And ready to retire.

Across the room by candlelight
He spied a comely lass,
And she was smiling right at him
By god, as bold as brass!

His energy picked up at that
He ambled to her side.
"Good evening, Mistress. I’m Coxswain.”
“Lady Gwyneth,” she replied.

She told him of her early days,
Five years of widowhood.
She said she had been lonely
But those years she had been good.

He pressed her small hand tenderly.
So fair was she, so sweet.
He pondered if the time was right
To sweep her off her feet.

And so Sir Coxswain went to war,
A different battle site.
Her fiery hair and creamy skin
Inspired him to the fight.

Thus on unto the night he spoke
While she, with downcast eyes
Allowed love’s passion to her breast,
Felt warmth between her thighs.

He took her to his turret room.
He asked if she would stay.
She nodded yes, he picked her up
And laid her in the hay.

Her mouth was closed and shy at first
But opened to his tongue
And as her arms entwined his neck,
Why, out his member sprung!

Then peeling off her gown he said,
“Oh! What a lovely view.”
And stroking him she answered,
“Oh! Yes, mi Lord, and you.”

“By Jove,” he cried, “What tasty lass,
I’ll take her o’er the top!”
“Oh, yes, mi Lord,” she moaned to him,
“Don’t ever, ever stop.”

And so their passion play did start
Act one, two, three and more.
They tasted, tickled, laughed and kissed
And wanted an encore.

Thus when the sun came up that dawn
They marveled at the night.
He held her close and touched her face
Quite giddy with delight.

His neck and chest began to swell,
He sought her in the halls,
He lured her down an alleyway
While shopping ‘mongst the stalls.

And she, in turn, was just as bad.
She plotted to be near.
She primped and preened and batted eyes,
And blew upon his ear.

Once dining midst the castle folk
She took off shoes and hose.
She tucked her feet between his legs
And slowly wiggled toes.

They could not seem to get enough
And coupled every day.
Yet still they drove each other mad.
But that was just their way.

Of course the lovers quarreled once,
A silly petty fight.
Sir Coxswain caught his Lady
Smiling at another knight.

She stamped her little foot at him,
“Oh, Coxie, do grow up!
Compared to you another man
Is merely just a pup!”

One night he cried, “Oh, Gwynie love,
You’ve cast a spell on me!”
“I did, my Lord, I love you so.
How can I let you free?”

But as is such with soldiering
And knights a restless group,
He soon was tired of idleness
So mustered up his troop.

“I’m off” he said, “To seek a war.
I'm off to lead my men.
But fret thee not, my lusty lass,
I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

And so he said a fond farewell
Atop his warrior steed.
A lock of Gwyneth’s hair with him.
They toasted with some mead.

“Please take me with you, Coxswain, please.”
A tear ran down her face.
“You know I can’t, it isn’t done.
War is no woman’s place.”

“But I have found an answer
To our problem, don’t you see?
A stylish metal belt to wear
It comes with lock and key!”

She smiled at him, but shook her head,
“Of that I have no doubt,
And while you’re gone, I’ll tarry here,
But I won’t go without.”

So then the light began to dawn
To leave his Gwyn alone?
A prey to lesser men was she,
Who knew when he’d be home?

“Oh, damn ye, wench. I cannot leave
You for another bloke!”
So up upon his horse she climbed
And nestled in his cloak.

Then off to war she rode with him
And by his side she stayed.
Thru all the days that were to come
She truly was his aide.

As years went by the stories spread
With tales to warm the heart.
The dye was cast, this love will last
Their vow to never part.