• A damsel of high quality
    Became enamored one day
    With one she found most charming
    But a man of woman play.
    She thought he was good inside
    That she could change his way.
    She was wrong however,
    But that she would never say.

    The damsel tried to hide it
    As the days got long and weary
    Her countenance was happy
    But her eyes had gotten teary.
    Those around could feel it
    And everyone was leery
    But it was I, the lowly knight,
    Who finally made a query.

    At first she feigned surprise
    That I would make a leap
    Toward her dirty secret
    Under the carpet she would sweep.
    I would not press for answers
    Until I saw her weep.
    Only then would she tell me
    What happened in that keep.

    She told everything
    And used my shoulder to cry
    I could not believe my ears,
    But knew she would not lie.
    Bad treatment she received
    And it made her want to die,
    To end her shining spirit,
    And float into the sky.

    With little more, I was off
    To find this evil lord
    And when I saw his dreadful face,
    Almost drew my sword.
    I calmed myself to face him, though,
    There being in anger no reward.
    And fought using a stronger blade I know
    The force of spoken word.

    Almost my polar different,
    He wanted angry quarrel.
    I did not appease the monster,
    And I held fast to my laurel.
    He could not stand my stalwartness
    And after hours of my moral,
    He gave the damsel to me
    And cursed me from this world.

    Now we live a happy life,
    Me and the damsel on my arm.
    She is truly happy now
    And is without alarm.
    For now the man is far, far away
    That had don her harm.
    When I finish being a knight,
    We'll retire to my farm