The
Lady and the Lord
"I pray, my Lady, return to the rear, Ere some stray arrow strike you through
the heart. I'll flog the knave who dared to bring you here Like some daft peasant in that donkey cart..." "At least, my Lord, I'd die here at your side And not in that stone vault my father built. If I were but
a slave clad in cowhide, I'd gladly shine your sword from tip to hilt..." "Do not speak so, my Lady, for
I know, You are a Princess, daughter of a King, A soldier's life is filled with ‘such...sorrow’ Do
not give up your Crown for a brass ring..." "No man I've known can wield a more deft sword, So let me
crown you as my King and Lord!"
Copyright 2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.
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