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Gaily bedight, this gallant knight
Sets forth again to a noble fight.
Though wearied of this ancient war
He straps on the crimsoned blade
Gallantly lifted for the maid
And for honor, to be passed o’er
For one whose blade but catches light.
No knight in armor now will stand
At lady’s side, nor hold her hand
While all the world comes crashing down.
All they want are maidens, fair,
With flowers and ribbons in their hair,
Not a Queen who governs town
Or justly rules her own fair land.
“These are not knights!” the poet cries
Amidst the tears within his eyes.
“They wear the armor they should rue,
When nobility with unerring grace
Put such louts back in their place!
Not just armor—don’t be a fool
For noble words and hidden lies!”
Look beyond that armored skin
And see what truly comes of him.
Is this a man? Is he fair?
Does the light burn in his breast?
Does he know the truth of Quest?
To seek beyond the walls of air
And join—not bodies—but the souls within.
Love is the Quest! Not dragons slain!
There is no purpose seeking fame.
Only the love of a living heart;
There is the Quest for gallant lover:
To find, to win, to love the other!
But not all the wizards and their Art
Can look ahead and read her name.
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