The Loyal Knight

 

“The queen grows weary sleeping upon the lonely bed,” said a voice

“Why can she not have true love but must suffer in great remorse?”

The great hall fell silent for the words that were, said and the voice spoke

“Have you no love for such a beautiful woman,” eerily spoken like a ghost

 

“Who hath dared to utter words of romantic intention, towards my Queen?”

“Who would dare the sharpened blade of the axe,” asked the King

The king watched the face of the Queen as she avoided his glare

Never once giving into the desire to look at her knight so, fair

 

“Is it proper to ignore the King when you are being addressed?”

“Speak up now flattering tongue and let me hear you confess.”

A handsome knight stepped forward and said with a smile,

“The kingdom dreads your existence from adult to a child.

 

You have brought shame to the kingdom for the power of lust

May your body burn in the fire and your ashes become like Dust.”

“Sir Killian, how do you speak to me in such a tone for I am the king?

Answer this great knight; was it your words that spoke softly to the queen?”

 

“The questioning of the Queen’s honor is proof of your foolish way.

For you think not about how it reflects upon you this very day.

The kingdom will no longer serve a king that cannot control his home

Now, lay down your crown and step down from the throne.”

 

Guards, guards one and all seize this evil, treacherous knight

For he has spoken ill of your king,” though they all remained quiet

“Your father was a great man who earned scars in war, by my side

While you sit here, doing nothing but insulting the Queen, your wife

 

I honor your father for the greatness of his mighty, powerful heart

But, you have proven nothing to the kingdom and I insist you depart.”

“I will not lay down my crown but you can try to take it from my head.

For it must have been you that seeks to see the Queen upon your bed”

 

“I promised your father I would protect your life from any blade

And now, I realize, I must break that promise to him this very day.

Take up your sword for you are no longer King of Xanthium.” He said

The king unsheathed his sword that once belonged to his dad, now dead.

 

“I am adept at the sword, the knife, and the long bow,” the king replied

“I know of your teachings but a sword rusts when left by ones side.

Today, we shall all be free of the hatred in your cold and unloving heart

May your father forgive me but you will see your head and body depart.”

 

Swords clashed and clanged as the King fought the knight

The king slashed wildly with evil intent and with all his might

But, he was no match for the Knight had fought in every war

Leaving the King’s body and head falling swiftly to the floor

 

After he had beheaded the King, he took up the King’s sword

Then he bowed before the Queen and swore unto her in word,

“I have protected the kingdom as I once promised his dad

Now, you must swear an oath to rule over all that we have

 

For the words I spoke to you were not meant to embrace your heart

For what I spoke has come to past as it was meant from the very start

Be brave Queen of Xanthium for we all bow unto thee with our souls

Let honor and love guide thee after we burn him among the coals.”

 

She looked at the knight and smiled as she took him by the hand

“You have returned honor to the kingdom and all the land.

Even more so, you have defended, my honor from the evil king

You have done more for this kingdom than anyone has ever seen

 

You have fought on the battlefield and protected us with your life

You truly are an amazing man and sure, the great knight

Stand by, my side, forever faithful as you bring light in the dark

Stand beside your queen and swear you will never, ever part.”

 

The Knight bowed before her and swore he would be true

He vowed the Knight’s Oath and as he promised her too,

“Forever this day I shall stand by your side with honor and love

For you have won my heart, my dearest angel, from above.”

 

This makes the 100th Hub for my work. Often I have said that my writings are my gifts to the world and indeed, they truly are. Thank you, everyone for your special words of encouragement, the many lessons you have taught me, and for continuing to read me work.