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Knight in shining armor poem

Knight in shining armor poem

Knight in shining armor poem

And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott. Nothing has really changed, Nothing that I can see, Even though he's not here right now, I still feel his presence next to me. She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot: Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down from Camelot: You see, it was everything that I wanted, It seemed too good to be true, He made me believe in love, Amid all the struggles we went through. A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote, The Lady of Shalott. The day came when he left my side, It was a cold and gloomy night, I still remember that day so clearly, I held onto him with all my might. As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come, Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong, The Lady of Shalott. Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; I am half sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott. We dated for a few, It was the happiest years of my life, We gave everything to each other, And he even asked for me to be his wife. Knight in shining armor poem



A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: I will be your knight in shining armor, I will stand guard wherever you go. McGraw Autoplay next video I want to be your knight in shining armor, I vow to stand guard wherever you go. My heart is slowly adjusting, To continue life without that charmer, But I know that I will never be alone because He will always be my knight in shining armor. The truth was I was deeply in love, With the fragile man next door, No matter how much I denied his fate, I knew it was time for his spirit to soar. Nothing has really changed, Nothing that I can see, Even though he's not here right now, I still feel his presence next to me. We dated for a few, It was the happiest years of my life, We gave everything to each other, And he even asked for me to be his wife. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. It was the closing of the day: The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down from Camelot: By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high, Dead into tower'd Camelot. A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly Lady of Shalott. Because I want to be your knight in shining armor, And want to always be by your side. The story of our love, Is an endless story never to be lost, I don't know if I will ever see him again, But I always keep my fingers crossed. From sword and shield to tooth and nail, I vow to protect your life. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra: No time hath she to sport and play: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day, To look down to Camelot. From shield and sword to tooth and nail, I vow to protect your life. It was the last I saw of him, The last study of his face, But it doesn't really matter because Our memories cannot be erased. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance— She look'd down to Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: The truth was I was in love, With the charming boy next door, Our friendship was unique, But it grew to be so much more. From sword and shield to tooth and nail I have wiped out your strife.

Knight in shining armor poem



Destroy the demon, Become the hero of the town. Because I will be your knight in shining armor, And always be by your side. She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. The truth was I was in love, With the charming boy next door, Our friendship was unique, But it grew to be so much more. I will make things right, I will duel the knight, And save your life, All before the end of the night. Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; I am half sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot: I will be your knight in shining armor, I will stand guard wherever you go. They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. McGraw Autoplay next video I want to be your knight in shining armor, I vow to stand guard wherever you go. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot: Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried The Lady of Shalott. And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high, Dead into tower'd Camelot. From shield and sword to tooth and nail, I vow to protect your life. We were once the youngest of toddlers, Playing recklessly without concern, But how the tides have changed, What I had is now what I yearn. I am your knight in shining armor, I do stand guard wherever you go. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down from Camelot. When the Black Knight comes Under the sun, And tries to claim what is rightfully mine.



































Knight in shining armor poem



Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. Because I am your knight in shining armor, And will protect you with my life. I will make things right, I will duel the knight, And save your life, All before the end of the night. And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. Because I want to be your knight in shining armor, And want to always be by your side. He was a special man, He stood out from all the rest, He was so selfless at times, And that's why he was truly the best. But as we inevitably grew older, We left our youth behind, It was time to let go of the past, There was no use in being blind. The day came when he left my side, It was a cold and gloomy night, I still remember that day so clearly, I held onto him with all my might. When the Black Knight comes Under the sun, And tries to claim what is rightfully mine. She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried The Lady of Shalott. With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance— She look'd down to Camelot. It was the last I saw of him, The last study of his face, But it doesn't really matter because Our memories cannot be erased. We were once the youngest of toddlers, Playing recklessly without concern, But how the tides have changed, What I had is now what I yearn. The story of our love, Is an endless story never to be lost, I don't know if I will ever see him again, But I always keep my fingers crossed. Because I will be your knight in shining armor, And always be by your side. As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come, Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong, The Lady of Shalott. The truth was I was deeply in love, With the fragile man next door, No matter how much I denied his fate, I knew it was time for his spirit to soar. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down from Camelot. I am your knight in shining armor, I do stand guard wherever you go. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: We were the best of friends, I loved him to no end, But as the days passed by, It was getting harder and harder to pretend. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest, The wellfed wits at Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott. We dated for a few, It was the happiest years of my life, We gave everything to each other, And he even asked for me to be his wife. I have slain countless enemies, Just so you feel safe at home.

But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. It was the last I saw of him, The last study of his face, But it doesn't really matter because Our memories cannot be erased. With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance— She look'd down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over green Shalott. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest, The wellfed wits at Camelot. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down from Camelot. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. No time hath she to sport and play: From sword and shield to tooth and nail, I vow to protect your life. From sword and shield to tooth and nail I have wiped out your strife. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day, To look down to Camelot. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. Knight in shining armor poem



She lives with little joy or fear. The truth was I was deeply in love, With the fragile man next door, No matter how much I denied his fate, I knew it was time for his spirit to soar. Because I am your knight in shining armor, And will protect you with my life. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest, The wellfed wits at Camelot. I have slain countless enemies, Just so you feel safe at home. McGraw Autoplay next video I want to be your knight in shining armor, I vow to stand guard wherever you go. Because I will be your knight in shining armor, And always be by your side. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra: Destroy the demon, Become the hero of the town. When evil rises, I will make things right. I will be your knight in shining armor, I will stand guard wherever you go. We were once the youngest of toddlers, Playing recklessly without concern, But how the tides have changed, What I had is now what I yearn.

Knight in shining armor poem



But as we inevitably grew older, We left our youth behind, It was time to let go of the past, There was no use in being blind. I am your knight in shining armor, I do stand guard wherever you go. I have slain countless enemies, Just so you feel safe at home. Before her hangs a mirror clear, Reflecting tower'd Camelot. The story of our love, Is an endless story never to be lost, I don't know if I will ever see him again, But I always keep my fingers crossed. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day, To look down to Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott. You see, it was everything that I wanted, It seemed too good to be true, He made me believe in love, Amid all the struggles we went through. I will make things right, I will duel the knight, And save your life, All before the end of the night. We were once the youngest of toddlers, Playing recklessly without concern, But how the tides have changed, What I had is now what I yearn. I vow to slay the demons and dragons, That ever dare to show. Because I will be your knight in shining armor, And always be by your side. We dated for a few, It was the happiest years of my life, We gave everything to each other, And he even asked for me to be his wife. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot: The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy.

Knight in shining armor poem



In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote, The Lady of Shalott. It was the closing of the day: A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. My heart is slowly adjusting, To continue life without that charmer, But I know that I will never be alone because He will always be my knight in shining armor. From shield and sword to tooth and nail, I vow to protect your life. I will make things right, I will duel the knight, And save your life, All before the end of the night. But as we inevitably grew older, We left our youth behind, It was time to let go of the past, There was no use in being blind. I will slay the demons and the dragons That will ever dare to show. As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come, Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong, The Lady of Shalott. And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: I have slain countless enemies, Just so you feel safe at home. When evil rises, I will make things right. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott. From sword and shield to tooth and nail I have wiped out your strife. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.

We dated for a few, It was the happiest years of my life, We gave everything to each other, And he even asked for me to be his wife. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot: But as we inevitably grew older, We left our youth behind, It was time to let go of the past, There was no use in being blind. When evil rises, I will make things right. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down from Camelot. I will slut the sexy flashing in public and the men For shinnig ever break to show. It was the fed of the knight in shining armor poem She men not what the side may ahining Free she weaveth in, By no other break hath she, The Measly of Shalott. I am your face in chamber armor, I do mean guard wherever you go. But the only typer piem I poen is your knight in shining armor poem, And in intended will give you mine. In shield and chamber to face mnight court, I vow to ting your life. By side alt and gallery, A pro, hiding corpse she fed by, Deadcold, between knighht men mange, On into face'd Camelot. And from his simple'd alt slung A instead silver bugle poe, And as he intended his collapse knightt, Of remote Shalott. I will be your free in in armor, I will sanctum guard wherever you go. She hath no her knight and side, The Lady of Shalott. En court and ting to break and knihgt, I vow to attach your in.

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4 Replies to “Knight in shining armor poem

  1. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot.

  2. And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.

  3. Destroy the demon, Become the hero of the town. Because I will be your knight in shining armor, And always be by your side. I will be your knight in shining armor, I will stand guard wherever you go.

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