ROMANCE Poem: Fortunes Knight, by Esther Spurrill Jones

The sun was hot upon the dusty ground
Where knights in metal dress contended for
The hand of maiden fair. One would be crowned
Her prince. And yet, the princess did abhor
Dull competition and these games of war.
But then she met a knight who who made her grin,
With whom she found a startling rapport
For they were both constrained by fortune’s whim:
The shining armour masked a girl therein.
A feeling grew within the maiden’s soul,
A flutt’ry, trembly tumult deep within,
A spark becoming flame out of control.
And when her knight had triumphed, tourney done,
The princess also felt as though she’d won.

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