The Rose Knight trilogy 1-3
The Rose Knight part 1
The Knight rode out onto the tournament field determined to win the day, he would beat all comers no matter come what may
Each Knight told the Queen for her they'd win the fight, with the chance of becoming her champion, to protect her life and honour with their heart and might
Each carried a shield bearing their coat of arms, slung across their back, except our Knight at the end, he was head to foot in Black
He bowed his head to the Queen, then she passed him her favour, a kerchief of the finest lace, a moment he would forever savour
She wished them good luck and may God let the best man win, too the sound of the trumpeters the tournament was ordered to begin
Splintered lances and blood strewn the field, many brave men had hit the ground, crowds cheered for their favourite Knights, each fought bravely using all the strength they found
At the end of the joust only Two Knights were on their horse, a knight who wore Red and Blue cheques and our Knight in black of course
They sat high on their steeds, the Queen wished them both do well, but her eyes were fixed on our Knight in Black, her favourite you could tell
They bowed their heads to the Queen to each other they dipped their lances, this was the final joust, both must take their chances
Before the first round he pulled out her favour it was tucked inside his glove, a lace kerchief bearing a Velvet Rose, he knew then he'd have no other love
He put it to his bearded face, the lace smelled of the sweetest Rose, he knew he'd carry it always, from his head down to his toes
He kissed it and tucked it away, he pulled down his helm of steel, though it was just a tournament he fought like this was real
Ron
The Rose Knight part Two
This was the final joust both Knights steadied their angry steeds, the flag dropped their began to charge, both aiming to do their deeds
Both lances hit their spots, wood shattered but both held on, shaken but still seated the next round just went on
The Knight in Black rode at his foe, his steed was at full pace, then he felt the blow strike, crashing him in the face
The horse reared he held tight to his reins, he managed to stay seated but his lance had missed it aim, he nearly was defeated
He was now three points down, he knew what he must do, he must unseat that Knight or his jousting tournament is through
He thought about the Queens gesture she had put her faith in him, he knew he must get this right, the Queen must have her win
He charged for the last time, his aim was strong and true, has the lance hit the Knight, he said to the Queen this one is for you
With the force of a Blacksmiths hammer he struck the Knight right upon the breast, it unseated the other warrior, our Knight was now the best
The crowd went crazy he just sat still for a while, when he lifted his visor up, he saw the Queen just smile.
The first part of the tournament won, now it was on foot with sword and shield, he knew no man would best him, they'd never make him yield
Ron
The Rose Knight part 3
It was now the second day of battle to be crowned champion to the Queen, crowds gathered early such a sight had not been seen
The Knights drew lots to find their foe, our Knight stood all in black, he knew how to win this day, attack, attack, attack
Fierce battles went on all day long, the crowds gave cheers and song, in the end their were only two, the final must go on
The Queen gave her final words, they both strode out to the field, this would be to the death, unless the Knight said yield
Steel clashed on steel, each delivering heafty blows, shields got smashed and dented, they both put on a fighting show
Moving in and stepping back both looking for a next attack both trained in combat, both searching for that crack
That small crack of weakness, a mistake that would let them in, a minutes lapse in concentration, a gap to let them win
Both Knights were equals, both would fight back from defeat, the crowd were screaming for them both, it really was a treat
Then the moment happened the other Knight fell, the ground just made him slip, he hit the floor heavy, he had lost his grip
His sword flew across the ground, he only had his shield, he knew he was beaten, he raised his hand to yield
But the Black Knight took his hand and pulled him to his feet, he handed him back his sword, he wouldn't accept that has defeat
He stood in his ready stance, he waived the opponent on, but his honour stopped the other Knight, the fight in him was gone
He dropped his sword and took the knee, the battle had come to a fitting end, from that moment both Knights became true and loyal friends
Our Knight was made Queens champion, later on that night, he took out the Queens favor and held it to the light
In the very corner was a embroidered velvet Rose, that's why it's now painted on his shield or that's how the story goes
THE KINKY POET