I’ll waste no word. No bard am I.
Righter than Roman road must lie
The trail we travel till we die;
The Knights’ Road.
Meet you a maiden passing fair?
No husband, father, guardian there?
She is your prize, your jewel rare,
On the Knights’ Road.
To church with others wend your way
To bend and bow, to plead and pray.
But to your sword true worship pay
On the Knights’ Road.
Upon your way you hear a cry?
Rush to respond! There’s riches nigh.
Gold or girl will satisfy,
On the Knights’ Road.
Victor, slaver not to slay.
You’ll have debts enough to pay
Should you ever lose the day,
On the Knights’ Road.
Follow faithfully your King,
For in his gift lies everything
That war may win or bards may sing,
On the Knights’ Road.
Beneath your breastplate beats a heart
That laughs and longs and breaks apart
Withered, withdrawn. Walk, by this art,
The Knights’ Road.