This was my entry for the Kingdom Poet Laureate competition, Fall 2008. No word yet on a winner.
The bards shall tell the tale in days ahead
Of those forsaken followers of a Crown
Corrupt and twisted by the gold that bred
Contempt and brought his wicked soul to drown
As crashed the tide of war, stones crumbling down
Upon the sodden earth where warriors fought
To rid the land of evil where ’twas found
And rout the villain til his deeds be caught
And truly thus did end this odious plot
As one by one the blind misguided men
Who stood in vain defending what was wrought
Did fall unto the ground again, again!
Against such righteousness, none could defend,
And pennons black and white became a flood
As death gave way to life, the tyrant’s end!
The ivory banners streaked with crimson blood.
When chivalry is strewn across the mud
And mire, opressive sovereign’s pow’r abused,
The warriors Meridian, for good
Will fight, no enemy’s decree refused
Let none be vague, no, let none be confused
The hand that holds the sword must hold it high
In faith and truth, with honor’s light suffused
Til lord’s release, the world end, or he dies
In this, the true Meridian spirit lies
That we will stand victorious on that day
And shout with honor, “Chivalry,” we cry,
“Is black and white without a trace of gray.”
