The Peasant Knight

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The Peasant Knight
By
La Belle Rouge

In a magical, mythical kingdom
Long ago and far away
A princess loved a peasant
And longed for him to stay
In her life and arms
Forever and a day.
She loved his handsome face
And eyes as blue as the sea
All she wanted in life
To be his eternally.
She was the most exquisite jewel
That he had ever known
With auburn hair and emerald eyes
He longed to make her his own.

One day while he was walking
The King did come upon
His daughter kissing a peasant
And he knew what had to be done.
He’d not risk the awful chance
Of this happening another day,
And although she cried and begged;
The King cruelly sent him away.
He met her in the dark of night
Before he took his leave.
He held her close and kissed her lips
As she clung tightly to his sleeve.
“Don’t leave, My Peasant-Knight” she cried
For tis Thee alone I need.

Tis not my choice, My Lady,
To ever leave thy side,
But from the wrath of thy father
Not even the devil could hide.
But I make thee this promise
Form my heart so true,
I shall never love another
And only dream of you.
And if God will but have mercy
Then I will find a way
To win thy father’s favor
And make thee mine someday.
Until then farewell, My Love,
For I must get me away.

Banished from his only love
To a land so morbid and drear
Where danger lurked in the forest
And dragons followed near,
His only weapon a sword
His constant companion, Fear.
That night in the frightening forest
His only pillow a stone
He thought of his red-haired Lady
And wished for her arms and home.
Then the noble Peasant-Knight
Did set upon a plan
To impress the angry king
And win his daughter’s hand.

There was a most fearsome dragon
Who dwelled not far from here
Between the King’s endangered realm
And the dark, desolate forest drear.
And oft when the moon was full
He’d make his awful quest
He’d fly into the kingdom
Snatch babies from mothers’ breasts
And then he’d hasten back
To his foreboding den
Feed them to his dragoness
In bloody, iniquitous sin.
The King would be more than grateful
If against the beast, the Knight did win.

How and where to plan
This battle to the death?
There would be no in-between
Would be certain death or wealth;
So he calculated all the risks
And decided to attack in stealth.
If he faced the dragon in the open air
To survive the bloody fight
Twas not so much as a prayer,
He’d track the monster to his den
And boldly attack him there;
He’d slay the dragoness as well
It would be a battle fierce,
Down to the gates of Hell.

So on the first night
Of the fully ripened moon
He waited in a darkened place
For the shadow of the Dragon to loom.
Night wore on and despair took hold
Would he ever see the dreaded one
On his mission of death so cold?
Finally at the darkest hour of the night
His heart horrified by the hideous sight
Of the monster flying through the air
His helpless victim hanging there
From talons sharp suspended none other
Than the princess’s infant brother.

Then the Brave Knight knew
God had answered his prayer
By giving him opportunity to spare
The life of the only son of the King
He would rescue the child
Then reap the rewards it would bring.
He climbed up steep boulders
To the hateful lair
And the bloodthirsty dragon
Awaited him there.
In the shadows glared dragon’s eyes
In a distant corner the babe’s piteous cries.
As his heart leaped at the terrifying thrill
He drew his sword and went for the kill.

The dragon fought fiercely
Protecting his den
The Knight thought the end
Had surely come for him .
With fiery breath and talons sharp
The beast tried to destroy the Knight
And take his noble heart.
With another prayer and thrust of his sword
The lair was covered with blood and gore
His blade had run the dragon through
Now the dragoness would make
Him pay his final deadly due.
She would attack him until he was dead
But he swung his sword and cut off her head.

He turned to the babe and drew him into his arms
But then he noticed to his great alarm
Another babe beside the human one
A dragon young, now with both parents gone
A scaly orphan, whimpering and cold
Imploring eyes stared at the knight so bold.
What should he do to this pitiful creature
Staring at him with tiny dragon features?
He gathered both into his arms
A dragon in miniature was not lacking charms
He'd present him to the Princess for a pet
With the proper training he would forget
About his bloodthirsty purpose in life
They would rear him with love ending the strife
Of the one remaining dragon against humankind
A new, better purpose in life he would find.

The infant prince was returned to the King
Who was so overjoyed
He offered the knight anything
Within half of the kingdom he might desire
But the only thing that kindled his fire
Was the red-haired Lady who owned his heart
The King gave his blessing and so was the start,
Of loving union Of fair princess and her peasant
Who gave His Love a dragon for a wedding present.

Copyright 8/2/2002 2002 La Belle Rouge

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