It was mandated, made law
Not by kings of lands and borders
Not by emperors of free will and free men
But of a sovereignty much greater
The rule of his heart
For it was in her eyes
That he was knighted
A peasant made honorable, commendable
Deplorably humble beginnings dwindled
Previously amounted sins, obscured
It was in her smile that he was armored
Gauntlets of strength clenching valor's blade
Chest-plated courage entwined with meshed bravery
Dauntless his helm and resolve his shield
A gleam of silvery gold, a shining of righteousness
She, the enchanting siren
Binding his heart through songs
Of melancholic despair, of love, torn
A virtuous, untainted beauty without compare
A purity untouched, pristine, immaculate
Mauretania, the maiden, his love
To protect and safeguard against the world
For she hailed not from this realm
But one of pure innocence
A vanguard he was
Against the Princes of Charming
Whose nobilities were but novelties
Sharpened daggers hidden
Beneath dazzling, concerned smiles
Alas, the knight was late
For the maiden, already wounded
By a Prince from long before
And struck again by a younger Prince of now
The wound before, gaping more
Without remedy, without prescription
For no physician was he
Just a self-proclaimed knight to his lady love
And as she began to fade
Beyond his sight, beyond his grasp
Refused her guardian, she did
Preferring the comfort of her murderers
Trusting in the falsities of their concern
Reveling in their designed deceptions
Her heart warm to their slaughter
For those were valued more
Than the sincerity of his care, his efforts, his love
Mauretania, no more
The knight, now without his lady
Devoid of purpose, of armor, of heart
Whom once was a peasant, is now again
Without love
A peasant, forever shall he remain
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