Posted by Beladorizid on June 15, 2000 at 08:09:32:
In Reply to: Like a woman, I kept it. posted by Bria(IMM) on June 14, 2000 at 15:53:17:
> Only took a couple hours of looking, but in a box hidden away in my closet, on a scrap of paper. So I am sorry if it isn't perfect, but I remeber copying it down at 3 am, laughing my ass off.
> Not sure on the line spacing, but I tried.
>
> Delacroix: Knight tales
>
> Beladorizid, who was once a knight,
> wore spurs of gold and tabard white,
> was drinking mead in his honored hall
> when who upon he should call
> but Dylan, seductress, in evil’s thrall
>
> Her darkened eyes and redblack lips,
> These were things he could not resist
> Of Helen, or Daisy so taken was he
> Her evil, this he could not see
> And spite his honor, in spite his vows
> Her flesh he swore himself to know,
> To part those lips with slackened tongue
> To press his hand in hair undone,
> But of honor remained (a residue)
> And he held to marry ere consum’d
>
> Lost to reason, inspired thought
> These plans before Cador he brought
> Who smote him, as you would a bug,
> Stripped him of his spurs, of man
> Rid him of all but this love for Dylan.
> And when he went to her with wide, dog eyes
> Did she hold him? Bear his cries?
> Nay
> She laughed.
> She laughed and walked away. (He died)
> She Laughed and walked away to seduce another.
> So if you are a Knight, and with wisdom bequeathed
> Hear my word, and keep that sword sheathed