Sir Charles of Whittlesea
Born in Whittlesea,
Lately fortressed in Granby,
Sir Charles crossed an ocean,
Happening upon Lady Renee, a damsel distressed by devotion.
Forthrightly, yet politely, he comes to her aid,
With courtly dances, duets and serenades,
Awakening this maid from endless reverie,
On loss that caused her injury.
His knightly bearing reassuring and winning,
His humor sudden and cunning.
With such chivalry her life force is rising,
Suddenly she’s a Phoenix, finding it all quite surprising!
Having forsaken her own crusade,
Everyday life became a masquerade,
Recalling unbidden her grail, she asks, no longer constrained,
Was this encounter preordained?
Is it her destiny to help this noble soul mend,
From wounds in recent battle sustained?
So she prays the power descends,
To rescue each other and be joyously contained.
MRT
5-12-10
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