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The elven queen sits upon her cushioned throne
as the wizened bard continues on to drone.
He ends the tale and a new one begins to recite
while the queen sits on, wondering if there will soon be a respite.
Yet in spite of herself, her attention soon is caught
as the bard tells the tale of how Creature and Her was wrought.
She smiles sardonically as she relives the telling in her mind
and wonders if the knight's remains could even number enough to find.
Creature and Her? She laughs aloud at the story's name
and wonders indeed how the supposed Creature could ever have been so lame.
The sappy sobbing story tells of one knight's important quest
to win back the queen he never had, except perhaps in jest.
The tale begins when the queen discards the sniveling witless child
for the mystic elf was never the one by whom he'd been beguiled.
He placed upon his lover an illusion of his own design
and when the deception ceased to be, his heart commenced obsessively to pine.
He walked behind the one he had once been arrogant enough to call his own,
yet, silly child that he was, he refused once more to see that he was totally alone.
He hid in shadows, intent on glimpsing his queen just one more time
yet when called upon his debasing actions, he would not admit to such impious crimes.
And so the queen was forced to exile the boy from her moonlit land
while once more the child decried his queen, claiming injustice by her hand.
He sought to win her heart again with poetry and unremitting verse,
yet when this strategy failed to work, his new-found obsession soon became his curse.
The knight, you see, was a sorry lad, intent only on saving face
and had proved himself as nothing more than a pathetic example of the Human Race.
Deceit and falsehoods gushed forth from his lips as water pours forth from a spring
but still he maintained his innocence, and to this story continued to cling.
In desperation the child-knight plotted one last asinine attempt
and summoned a Creature of limited powers which to the queen he sent.
At his arrival, she took one look at the beast and sent him on his sorry way
back to the boy that had once been called knight; for now it was time to play.
The elf laughed to herself at the knight's puny ploy to impress her with his craft;
far from impressed at the feeble attempt, she wondered how anyone could be so daft.
For the Creature had come from within the knight, something he chose not to see
and the Creature would now meld once again with it's master, until once more set free.
"So in essence the knight and the creature were one, though this truth they wouldn't know,
but remember, good people, this solid fact- you always get what you sow."
The bard continued on with his story as the court in silence kept
and listened attentively as the teller of tales worked at the art he was most adept.
"Now she had let things go for far too long in sympathy towards the knight
so she rose up with her armour on, ready to cause his final plight.
She'd withheld her wrath until the last in hopes he'd learn the lesson taught
but as the popular style of these stories go, the knight would get more than he sought."
The little boy cowered as his lover came forth on wings of moonlit steel
and drawing her blade, she smiled serenely, knowing his fate would be hers to seal.
The queen embraced him one last time as he stood trembling with his fear
and with a gentle kiss, she whispered softly, "be careful what you wish for, dear."
She drew her blade across his throat, cutting off his strangled cry
and watched with both sorrow and savage glee while the death of the knight drew nigh.
Like a fish without water, he gasped aloud for one more ragged breath
and the queen merely smiled and kissed his cheek to send him forth to Death.
With one last gasp the gurgling knight lay still upon the field
and the moonlit tempest merely sighed before picking up her shield.
She set the boy upon a pyre, no ceremony would be held for his name
and as the wind swept his ashes away, Nature took her claim.
"So thus ends the tale of the foolish knight and the queen he'd never own,
and if the lesson within this story is found, then the listener's surely grown."
With that the bard closes the epic tale, the story now presently passed
and the queen chuckles softly, satisfied that she was the foolish knight's iconoclast.
© Wyn
as the wizened bard continues on to drone.
He ends the tale and a new one begins to recite
while the queen sits on, wondering if there will soon be a respite.
Yet in spite of herself, her attention soon is caught
as the bard tells the tale of how Creature and Her was wrought.
She smiles sardonically as she relives the telling in her mind
and wonders if the knight's remains could even number enough to find.
Creature and Her? She laughs aloud at the story's name
and wonders indeed how the supposed Creature could ever have been so lame.
The sappy sobbing story tells of one knight's important quest
to win back the queen he never had, except perhaps in jest.
The tale begins when the queen discards the sniveling witless child
for the mystic elf was never the one by whom he'd been beguiled.
He placed upon his lover an illusion of his own design
and when the deception ceased to be, his heart commenced obsessively to pine.
He walked behind the one he had once been arrogant enough to call his own,
yet, silly child that he was, he refused once more to see that he was totally alone.
He hid in shadows, intent on glimpsing his queen just one more time
yet when called upon his debasing actions, he would not admit to such impious crimes.
And so the queen was forced to exile the boy from her moonlit land
while once more the child decried his queen, claiming injustice by her hand.
He sought to win her heart again with poetry and unremitting verse,
yet when this strategy failed to work, his new-found obsession soon became his curse.
The knight, you see, was a sorry lad, intent only on saving face
and had proved himself as nothing more than a pathetic example of the Human Race.
Deceit and falsehoods gushed forth from his lips as water pours forth from a spring
but still he maintained his innocence, and to this story continued to cling.
In desperation the child-knight plotted one last asinine attempt
and summoned a Creature of limited powers which to the queen he sent.
At his arrival, she took one look at the beast and sent him on his sorry way
back to the boy that had once been called knight; for now it was time to play.
The elf laughed to herself at the knight's puny ploy to impress her with his craft;
far from impressed at the feeble attempt, she wondered how anyone could be so daft.
For the Creature had come from within the knight, something he chose not to see
and the Creature would now meld once again with it's master, until once more set free.
"So in essence the knight and the creature were one, though this truth they wouldn't know,
but remember, good people, this solid fact- you always get what you sow."
The bard continued on with his story as the court in silence kept
and listened attentively as the teller of tales worked at the art he was most adept.
"Now she had let things go for far too long in sympathy towards the knight
so she rose up with her armour on, ready to cause his final plight.
She'd withheld her wrath until the last in hopes he'd learn the lesson taught
but as the popular style of these stories go, the knight would get more than he sought."
The little boy cowered as his lover came forth on wings of moonlit steel
and drawing her blade, she smiled serenely, knowing his fate would be hers to seal.
The queen embraced him one last time as he stood trembling with his fear
and with a gentle kiss, she whispered softly, "be careful what you wish for, dear."
She drew her blade across his throat, cutting off his strangled cry
and watched with both sorrow and savage glee while the death of the knight drew nigh.
Like a fish without water, he gasped aloud for one more ragged breath
and the queen merely smiled and kissed his cheek to send him forth to Death.
With one last gasp the gurgling knight lay still upon the field
and the moonlit tempest merely sighed before picking up her shield.
She set the boy upon a pyre, no ceremony would be held for his name
and as the wind swept his ashes away, Nature took her claim.
"So thus ends the tale of the foolish knight and the queen he'd never own,
and if the lesson within this story is found, then the listener's surely grown."
With that the bard closes the epic tale, the story now presently passed
and the queen chuckles softly, satisfied that she was the foolish knight's iconoclast.
© Wyn
