Old English Poem

  The Knight’s Lament: A Tale of Honour and Loss In days of old, when swords did gleam, And knights upheld their noble dream, There lived a man of valor true, With steely gaze and armor blue. Sir Edric was his name of fame, A warrior bold, of untamed flame. Yet 'neath his helm, a shadow lay, A heavy heart, both torn and gray. He rode through fields where battles raged, Where fate and fortune oft engaged. The clash of steel, the cries of men, Did echo ‘cross the bloodstained fen. Yet Edric’s soul, though forged in strife, Yearned not for war, but peaceful life. For in his heart, there burned a fire, A love for one, his soul’s desire. The fair Elayne, with hair of gold, A maiden pure, with heart so bold. Her laughter rang like summer’s song, Her presence bright where he belonged. But cruel was fate, and dark the tide, That swept her far from Edric’s side. A sickness came, both swift and sly, And stole her breath beneath the sky. Upon her grave, he knelt to we...