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To: bentfeather

Three Sides to the Story

Bold the Knight with heart so true,
in the eyes of the Lady so bright blue.
Valiant his deeds done so manly bold,
with a calm glance bordering on the cold.

Raised in honor for the Lady fair,
he served her always with loving care.
And she trusted him in confidences untold,
an never was a secret between them ever sold.

A Wizard watched them both and smiled as life paced,
knowing all that unseen below the surface raced.
Two halves of a single whole, a tale none but he knew,
watching the Knight and Lady and all they might yet do.


374 posted on 02/08/2006 7:44:03 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN (Happy New Year to everyone in this delightfully strange family of the Lair)
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To: WayzataJOHNN
Three Sides to the Story

Bold the Knight with heart so true,
in the eyes of the Lady so bright blue.
Valiant his deeds done so manly bold,
with a calm glance bordering on the cold.

Raised in honor for the Lady fair,
he served her always with loving care.
And she trusted him in confidences untold,
an never was a secret between them ever sold.

A Wizard watched them both and smiled as life paced,
knowing all that unseen below the surface raced.
Two halves of a single whole, a tale none but he knew,
watching the Knight and Lady and all they might yet do.

Wayzata Johnn



Bold Knight, Sir John of the Den
secreted deep in the fen
held a yen for My Lady Fair
of the yellow Golden hair
eyes of deepest blue with flecks
of gray hidden deep in the iris bay.

On his breast coat he wore a lock
of her gold, and pressed close to his heart
never more would they part.
A great love they owned between
the hellish wars on the under seen
My Lady growing weary from fright
she beloved knight would not return
from the battles in other lands.

The Castle Banner of Blue and Gold
waved high from the turret tower
and My Lady often paced along the wall full of prayerful thoughts.

My Lord be safe, I pray of thee
come home to me and ne'er roam from here
This child has come to us to raise
My Lord he needs a steady hand, a stout man
with velvet eyes, a million stars in his gaze
a thunderous laughter under his belt
the temper of a dragon when in the stout

The Wizard foretold of a child out there
one with deepest blackest hair, and eyes of brown
hard strong hands, and the mark of the dragonfly on his loin.
The wonder of this child so grand
My Lord he came to us from the wood
why this child be out there along
in rags, with out the nails on his feet??

The story yet will unfold of glorious days
in the glenn, the child, My Lady and he man,
His Majesty of Glenn Gaul Way.

benfeather (c) 02.09.06

376 posted on 02/08/2006 11:46:34 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~www.proudpatriots.org~Supporting Our TROOPS~There's a Ball Coming!)
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