The Crystal Knight

The crystal knight rode forth a-questing

Regal billows of life a-cresting. He rescued souls tempest tossed,

From ye straight and narrow lost, Riding from darkness into light

His good right arm at the ready To fight the good fight,

To use his royally endowed might In chivalrous cause of right...

The crystal knight enjoined in battles One by one.

He contended with exceeding fierce dragons One by one,

Jousted with recalcitrant knights

One by one, Rescued ye fair maidens

One by one, Reaping rich rewards

Of chivalrous actions one by one.

The crystal knight Doing chivalrous deeds

All the live-long day, Whilst relishing in the glorious fray,

Laid by wearily when blessed day Twas fairly won.

For tho he counted Questing adventure fun,

Alas, a good knight's travails Methinks art never done.

The Crystal Knight’s pure being Twas righteously one with God and king

Endowed with royally rich blessings All honourable life doth bring.

Honour tis bestowed lavishly

By imperial courts on high All ye gold in the kingdom canst not buy

His good life disdaining evil, fie...

Tis a good life methinks

For the lonely Crystal Knight on his questing Seeing ye magnificent vision

Of each fair star thirstily drinks, Still

And quieted as the mourning dove sings, Counting each lovely star as his blessings.

He counts ye fair stars of the sky One by one

Ever amazed at what God on high Hath done.

Humbled by what his good soul wrought, Counting every contentious dragon

Vigorously fought, Counting every maiden fair rescued

That exceeding hot are, Art all a-twinkling in every star.

Ye Crystal Knight Doth know his shining might

Defending ye oppressed’s plight Maintaining gallant and honourable right

Bearing the oft times burdensome weight Of virtuous victories won

Releases him from a load of angst agone, Relieves him from worrisome care

That tis not too heavy For yon good knight to bear.

N’er mind how great or small The battles...

Might and right tis over all. No matter what sore privations

the knight doth attend, He tis comforted till his questings end,

For the battle for good Methinks twill never cease,

Till in the land there reigneth peace...

So from thine brave heart by battling For good lifted up,

From the cup of virtuous honour sup, Knowing thy fair cause tis exceeding just.

For fighting for right Tis a quest to take ye must

To bring to the faer world peace That abounding goodness may increase.

Prithee all mankind might rejoice In glorious chivalry

A quest the Crystal Knight doth Pursue obsessively,

For truly methinks... Doing good tis the good knights destiny.

By Gary Jacobson

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