The Wolf And His Pen

MEDIEVAL

Mine Fair Lady I wish to sing to thee a ballad

A dramatic song of courtly love, chivalry, and courage that mine father taught me as a lad

Lend me thy ear so I may whisper it to thee

A tale so beautiful it is only matched by thou eyes deepest blue as the sea

Dare might I have thou ears and heart with mine bequest?

Your time Malady is all I request

Ears of mine I do grant thee sir to hear thy tales

Listen I shall to thy story of bravery and fearsome gales

If thou manage to entertain mine heart today

Seven lands I shall give to thee if thou make me cheery as the jay

Excite mine soul thy good sir and mine good hand of Elise shall be yours I say

Dearest Lady then without fail I shall entertain thy heart and soul today...

Over the years we have seen many a troubling sight and way

The battles raged against our King Arthur were for naught

Heavens eyes doth favor the battles our valiant lords fought

I look upon the street sides and see the many guilds, shops and travelers vague

Nigh a place to see without the ravage of the deadly Black Death plague

Crusades are fought for the holy land where pilgrimage is a must

In the wars and struggles many tears are shed and many lives return to the dust

The French fought their Hundred Year's War with the victor Valois

Everywhere thou look thy heart be incited by war and thou see no law

Everywhere but in front of mine eyes there is no beauty or grace

Valiant knights and lords would fight and die just to see thy golden glowing face

Every night I lay on mine bed recalling thou eyes and perfect stance

Reminiscing over our memories together... A perfect medieval romance

You will forever and always be in every mans soul but none so much as mine

Vast are the skies and the seas

Amazing are the midnight heaven lights that stretch further than thou eyes see above the trees

Lighting the heavens with shapes and intricate designs of the gods and heroes of old

Intersecting lights go by my face as the fireflies dance to tales, songs and fires bold

Anonymous and mesmerizing is the song of the rippling river its origin unknown

Numerous and nimble are the grey mice over the precipices of dark water stone

The valiance of warriors long since gone reverberates within this ancient forest

Abdicate I would mine deed to this fair land

Relinquish it I would for thou fair hand

Implicit it is to think that mine self would do such deeds just for thy heart

Sensuous though am I in mine decision, and art

Tell mine ears that thou would have mine soul

Open thou heart to my serenade let thy self fill my longing whole

Callous would I become if thou heart reject mine efforts

Ravaged and torn mine being would be, no longer would there be comforts

Adhere to mine heart, to mine soul, to mine self, to our song

Tell me mine Fair Malady that our hearts together belong

Sanction to me an aristocrats hand and grace mine Love

Let me sanction to thou mine hand good sir and mine seven lands

Oblige I shall to thy words of heart, of soul, of love

Vivid was thy story, touching to mine heart, perfect like the white mourning dove

Eloquence of thee good sir has won mine heart, mine soul and mine love, of Elise

Written By:

Ian L. Niswonger