Raindrops splash against the pane
From heavy clouds, gathered high,
To make the children’s faces glum
For they are sad, but oh, not I.

My mind has drifted to a place
Before this time, when knights of old
Rode chargers ‘cross the countryside
In chase of dragons, or deeds so bold

That once completed they become
A part of folklore, legend, tale,
To be passed from mouth to mouth
Beside the fire o’er jugs of ale.

A time when chivalry was norm,
Where worthy gallant knights abound
Of castles, kings and ladies fair
And unicorns could still be found.

In my mind dressed for the deed,
I see myself on trusty steed,
Onwards now to Arthur’s court
More fairy castle than defensive fort,
And offer up to him my lot
To join with him at Camelot.

As raindrops splash against the pane
I ride the hill tops once again,
My shield is polished, my crest bright
I’m ever ready for the fight,
For righting wrongs it seems to me
Shall always be my destiny.