Post by keithssweetheart on Nov 3, 2009 17:05:14 GMT -5
So, this ballad is based off of Paul's character in the new Sleeping Beauty musical coming out. I have no idea what his character's like, but I put my own spin on the story. I wrote this during my senior year of high school (last year).
The White Knight
The news rang strong, and deep, and clear,
in that commendable Knight's ear,
in a moment's time all he held dear,
was thrust upon the rack.
The quill he gripped--it fell to the ground,
straight to his steed he leapt with a bound,
the servants were frightened, barely daring a sound,
from the portcullis their mounted lord burst.
Over fields, and glens, and every hamlet,
he would not be thwarted 'til this challenge was met,
for his queen the Knight galloped on this chess set,
chimerical fire licked his stallion's heels.
At long last he skidded to a halt,
this castle wall he considered he'd pole-vault,
'til a lumbering beast began the tumult,
unsheathing his blade the Knight stood his ground.
"Where is she?!" he screamed. "And what is this shroud,
this deathly veil which hides my love 'vowed?
I will not surrender, nor my head bow,
my snowy flag will not see the sun's light.
If you expect me to yield, as many do, friend,
then I suggest you ask for a brain to lend,
I know your weak-spot from a mile on end,
there is no match for my intellect and nerve."
With that he lunged forward, heart beating fast,
it was true that his skill was unsurpassed,
the Knight parried and thrust, the beast he'd lambaste,
his unfailing blade delivered Death's blow.
The beast shrieked a scream of defeat,
it fell to the ground, its permanent seat,
but the victor's task was incomplete,
to his reposing fair damsel he ran.
The Knight, nearly spent, had traveled far and wide,
And at this moment the fates did collide,
gently pushing his beloved's auburn locks aside,
his lips softly brushed hers.
She awoke, she gasped, and he wept,
and assured her her trust he'd kept,
it was true, she admitted, she'd o'erslept,
they were merry and embraced once more.
And so the White Knight's story ends,
but I give you my word that his tale transcends,
do as you will and be mirthful my friends,
your life is an open book.
*This story is from the viewpoint of the noble who rescued "Sleeping Beauty."
The White Knight
The news rang strong, and deep, and clear,
in that commendable Knight's ear,
in a moment's time all he held dear,
was thrust upon the rack.
The quill he gripped--it fell to the ground,
straight to his steed he leapt with a bound,
the servants were frightened, barely daring a sound,
from the portcullis their mounted lord burst.
Over fields, and glens, and every hamlet,
he would not be thwarted 'til this challenge was met,
for his queen the Knight galloped on this chess set,
chimerical fire licked his stallion's heels.
At long last he skidded to a halt,
this castle wall he considered he'd pole-vault,
'til a lumbering beast began the tumult,
unsheathing his blade the Knight stood his ground.
"Where is she?!" he screamed. "And what is this shroud,
this deathly veil which hides my love 'vowed?
I will not surrender, nor my head bow,
my snowy flag will not see the sun's light.
If you expect me to yield, as many do, friend,
then I suggest you ask for a brain to lend,
I know your weak-spot from a mile on end,
there is no match for my intellect and nerve."
With that he lunged forward, heart beating fast,
it was true that his skill was unsurpassed,
the Knight parried and thrust, the beast he'd lambaste,
his unfailing blade delivered Death's blow.
The beast shrieked a scream of defeat,
it fell to the ground, its permanent seat,
but the victor's task was incomplete,
to his reposing fair damsel he ran.
The Knight, nearly spent, had traveled far and wide,
And at this moment the fates did collide,
gently pushing his beloved's auburn locks aside,
his lips softly brushed hers.
She awoke, she gasped, and he wept,
and assured her her trust he'd kept,
it was true, she admitted, she'd o'erslept,
they were merry and embraced once more.
And so the White Knight's story ends,
but I give you my word that his tale transcends,
do as you will and be mirthful my friends,
your life is an open book.
*This story is from the viewpoint of the noble who rescued "Sleeping Beauty."