A knight set out upon a Quest
The Lion blazon on his chest
To rescue him a maiden fair
From wizard’s cold and darkened lair
“Fair maiden,” cried he, “I have come
to take thee back to thy kingdom.
“We must make haste! ‘Tis dusk I see
and we have many miles to flee!”
The great oak door that barred his way
Did not yield to the axe’s sway
“Fair maiden, do not take a fright.
I think the moon shall rise tonight.”
He swung until his arm was sore
And in due time broke down the door
He burst inside and flushed deep red
For there he saw upon the bed
The maiden and the wizard locked
And both of them complete defrocked
And breathing hard and laughing soft
within the wicked wizard’s loft
She started up. “Get out!” she cried,
“And tell not what you here espied!”
“But maiden…” cried he, sore and vexed
Not seeing she was oversexed
“Get out, you empty armored head
or ‘pon the road they’ll find ye dead.”
And this was what the wizard said
And so the brave knight turned and fled
The knight, his courage gone astray
Vowed he would Quest no more that day
that month, that year, that century!
He still lives with the memory
Of lovely woman’s treachery.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
Quest / Day of the Dark Full Moon (compilation)
December 10th, 1983
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