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  1. To Love

    To love another is ultimate joy
    To give it all and never be coy
    To be a friend in times of need
    To grow such care from tiny seed
    To lift one’s soul into happiness
    To be together is unending bliss
    To walk through life with hope and glee
    To touch the heart so tenderly
    To be captivated in adoring eyes
    To freedom broader than the skies
    To run so deep as a river true
    To give it all, at least is due
  2. The Errant Knight strong but dense
    Beheld the glory of his Prince
    Riding forth into the battle
    Driving troops, akin to cattle

    Blood would spill on every hand
    Driven to fight, to make a stand
    Trifling matter, an insult thrown
    Into this waste of lives had grown

    “What purpose is the pending slaughter?
    He simply sought to wed thy daughter
    What need to rend this multitude?
    If on thine thought I might intrude”

    Rage embroiled that Royal brow
    That one would question why or how
    The others gaped and stared amazed
    Knowing their fellow would be hazed

    “Coward, knave, how dare thou query!”
    Screams the Prince, red as a cherry
    “Charge and slay, I now command it!
    Should thou fail, I declare thee bandit!”

    “Thine head shall sit upon a pole,
    Beside this worthless stinking hole!
    Thy children lose all title and fame,
    For I shall scorn thy very name.”

    “But Prince, oh wise and honored Lord,
    Thou know the ownership of my sword.
    My heart stands true to valiant deed
    But this seems naught but childish greed.”

    “My soul doth cry for useless dead.
    If thou so wish then take my head.”
    The Prince in rage drew steel to take,
    A bloody trophy, pride at stake

    The Fellow Knights, shamed by truth
    Called “Halt!” and swore “Forsooth!
    Take that head and have ours too,
    For this is evil work you do!”

    “Our brother here has shown us Light
    For in this land there is a blight.
    Chivalry cannot serve to hold
    Tyrant’s throne or bloody gold.”

    The Prince did stop, thinking fast
    His Knights protect from enemies past
    Commoners would wrest him down
    And spit upon his bloodied crown

    Sheathing blade he called aloud,
    “We’ll have mercy on this rabble crowd.”
    Back with the King they all did dine
    The Errant Knight with poisoned wine