The Fairy Knight

When whispy strands of angel hair
festooned the trees of emrald green,
the silvery moonlight shone upon
the softly glowing unicorn;
Daintily, with graceful legs
she danced amongst the shining stars
of hidden lilies of the vale
peeping out of moss round fairy rings.

Giselda, queen of ancient faerie folk
Had choosen him for the given quest;
Theron was her brother's son
he would for her the whole world round.
The dark and dangerous king of trolls
would have her for his royal bride,
Giselda shivered by the thought
of a life of horror tied to his side

She called out on this night of moon
to the bravest hero of her chivalry bold
when now the Seers told that the angry groom
had crossed the frontiers of her shrunken realm
With soldiers of iron with leathern clad legs
determined to take her to his bed

The troops did ravage and rape and burn
In village and town and woodland home,
her lieges begged with wavering voice that
their queen would come to succour their need;
Giselda belived now her darkest hour
Pacing as a wild beast in her stone tower

In the dark forest of age old trees
Giselda's hero feel to his knees
before him, just past the magic woods
he saw the burning fires of destruction and doom
that the trolls had lit to light this, their hour
when the the Faery queen wailed in her lonely tower

Her hero sent out his challenge bold
With the voice of a trumpet smeed in gold
The notes slashed the brimstone filled air
Around the pavallion of the troll , his lair
And like a sharp spear pierced his ear

The troll king sprung from his black silk bed
his hands flew in anger to his aching head
he called aloud for his arms of steel
wrought by slaves in the mines of creed.

The helder tones of the faery horn
were as the lick of fire, a symbol of scorn
he fain would fight this early morn

His councillors tried to dampen his wrath
with spoils taken from the human folk,
with open helm and sharpened sword
he smite the offerings to the gods
and calling for his monster steed
he razed to the edge of the magic woods

He raised his voice to a brawling roar
a challenge that caused fear to soar
In all who in their misfortune saw
his dreadful form at the legions fore

In the deep blackness of the magic woods
The brave knight Theron mounted his steed,
the wondrous horn of the unicorn
did glow as the light of the sun at noon
a token which showed that in the near
the powers of darkness had made their lair

The unicorn Ceres without saddle or spur
crossed the woods as a feather lifted on air
soon they reached the forest edge
with the demon and his minions writheing there
at once there fell a deathly still

The voice of Theron was clarion clear
a challenge to the dark and wrathful king
as was the woont in times of old
the hero sung out his message bold

His lady the sweet and lovely queen
had chosen him and his trusty sword
to deffend her honour with his life and word
and now he called on the king of Trolls
To feel the thrust of his sword of gold

Strenghtened with the runes of the faery queen
and wielded with the love of a suitor good
he would bring death to all who would
dishonour the name of lady he loved

Without further ado the battle began
The dust that arose did darken the sun
and none who dared look at the fighting titans
could wager a bet as to whom then would stand
when tired and wounded, wapens broken or blunt
the two broken giants greeted the twice setting sun

But then in the darkness, the clarion call
the brave knight, the galant Theron did stand
and near him with quivering flanks and blood red hoofs
Stood proudly the unicorn, his steed brave and true!