He charges headlong into the foray

His lady love her hand will ever stay

On his belovèd breast and her renown

Will follow on and all others will confound.

To rescue her from her heartless blame

He, eternal victory does claim

Over the demonic hoards that seek her doom

Receding her psyche to the single room.

The Black steed plunges into the battle

The bones of the Knight do surely rattle

As he lunges with sword and stave

Sending hate and blame to the eternal grave.

Her hand gently on his breast does rest

She his lady love now will caress

And love her still though all others fail

Faith centred and recited in the holy grail.