As you can tell, Athurian Legends have gotten to me. Here's something thatI wrote called:

Ode to Knights

Cometh I from a time filled with valued youthfulness and strength.
A grey beard was rewarded virtue, esteemed by but a few.

All saught battle and quest whom found the world a wonderous challenge.
Which not all achieved, for this time be'eth not enlighted, but for where men made truth.

The sound of spur is a familiar sound.
As is also the lance in hand.
The shield in place, and the steed ready to bound into battle echoes in my ear.

For I see through weary eyes, colored by virtue.
I hear through sensative ears, ordained by blood.
I feel through the warm touch of maidenhood and soft lips.