The Sword and the Rose Part 1

The Sword and The Rose
Part I: The Sword of Fate

A warrior strong, hair worn long
Arms mighty as an oak
A fighting man, sword in hand
Of his prowess is oft spoke

With mighty sword, once felled a horde
Many were those that died
'Neath flashing blade in quiet glade
Where winds of sorrow sighed

Sword shining bright, solidified light
Agleam in morning sun
With whistling sound, blood-soaked ground
Alive was left but one

With comely wench in lusty clinch
His manly needs were great
Three or four and sometimes more
His baser needs he'd sate

One fateful day there came his way
Heavy purse filled with gold
From noble born, tired and worn
Bod' shaking from the cold

A lady fair, of flaming hair
With lips of ruby red
Must ride this day and hide away
Or else she will be dead

Forty coins gold would he then hold
The price to save the maid
In all the land was no man
Could stand against his blade

With gold-filled purse, foul danger lurked
Death hid behind each stone
No safety found, road or town
They rode just two alone

Two homespun cloaks, patches didst invoke
Visage of meager means
Beneath star light late one night
Didst passion take to wing

A warrior strong, a maiden's song
In each other were they lost
Forbidden tryst, lives didst twist
And dear would be the cost

end part one...