Long gone are the days of old;
where stories are filled with courage and love.
It all appeared so simple.
Though, what was it really like;
The knight, the maiden, and their love?
Was there terror in that love?
Knowing he was the object to many a woman's desire,
And she to a man's.
Knowing he could be called to war,
And she to labor
Knowing that all could be lost,
Life
Love
Who would know?
Who would travel through time to steal their hearts?
To prove that even the most noble of love can be stolen by those fickle of heart.
Though I'm just beginning my life of poetry , and may not be the most well written piece. I believe that last line makes the whole of the poem.