knock a tap come a rapping at the door

old oaken rustic hinges open to the moor

and swamp alive with darkened mask

where fear would not go this champion task

to seek adventure in hidden mystic lands

or perchance to fall to abysmal quickened sands

scrawny lad untried no purse or horse

here 'a begging mentor for the course

in brain or brawn the lack doth plainly show

imagined fetch surpass the bright of rain and bow

knock a tap come a rapping at the door

little offered mentor, but desire for so much more

long the fight of sword made of a stick

the fencer beyond the lightening quick

of vanquished foes and dragons slayed

of glory fame and fair maidens laid

and crowned himself with valiant worth

a prince of honor in the earth

but reality hard the slam of truth

to tripping clumsy awkward youth

for as knock a tap come a rapping on the door

opened quickly to spill the knave across the floor

the eyes of Galt the great doth see

Mighton the little green pea

'Razored eyes and mighty strength gives way

To roar of laughter that echoes his halls this day

"What is it my little pea, what do you seek

dare you answer or are you too meek?"

"Sir Galt the great I would be a knight as thee

If thou would but honor by teaching me?"

"Galt takes no students, but thou hadst made me laugh

I shall see the clean of your heart after stench is rid by bath

And then to see if your dreams become your joy

For you shall be my stable boy."

So in drool and dirt and young knave grins

The journey of life and adventure begins.

to: Princess Aislinn

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