The Storyteller: Training Starts
The Storyteller: Training Starts
In days of gallant chivalry
When young men were called to training
To prove the value of their worth,
An able man heeds the call.
With his sword in sheath and his heart set
His purpose for knighthood solely
His quest begins with sad farewell
So proud he hopes to make them all.
O'er hill and through forest fleetly
He rides a raven stallion fair
Til his eyes behold the beauty
Of a castle on Fendland Firth.
Now he will fulfill his duty
To be a knight of noble birth.
Well met by other men who'll vie
For a place around the table
Telling of their families names
He soon begins to feel the strain.
For he has not known a father
And his mother was left to die.
These are things he's never been told
By his family to shield pain.
No matter now the time is nigh
To prove the value of his worth
And the pure heart he has inside.
Though not noble by birth, but game.
'In evening skies are dragons spied,'
The bards sing of forgotten fame.
In another place
By Sharon Elaine English
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