The Knight in rhyming armour
by cricketjeff on January 20, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
And leave you to your fate for crimes unsaid.
I gave my word that you would never see
Me turn aside until the day I’m dead.
My armour does not shine with holy fire
My steed is not a charger clad in white
Within my soul there burns a fierce desire
And I will stand beside you in a fight
The only weapon I will need is this
I’ll rhyme for you against a million souls
In payment I will only take one kiss
That victory the sweetest of my goals
My lady whom I loved when first I saw
If I’ve your love what need of any more
This was a first attempt at a sonnet for a contest by Tarja to the prompt “Even if you end up as the world’s enemy. I’ll…I’ll be your knight”
Just as a not in English English “Saw” and “more” are perfect rhymes, this is apparently not so in all varieties of American English.