The Ga(y)le that swept the South Africans away

The Last Crusade

He returned, yes he did
The consecrate knight
of burnish armour
His mighty steed
galloped, with him
on a thousand thoughts
of his maiden so fair

Left behind were blood and gore
wounded pride, crusades,
promised lands of death and wrath
the shining sword ...had served

It kept him alive, the purple flower
that spoke
of thimbleberries, by the brook that was
of the puerile love, that had been
of innocence, trust and unabashed faith
of her it spoke with tears of joy.

Return he did from the righteous crusades
The sands of time had turned vicious
tears of blood, of betrayal, of her
had washed it all
the dream was gone
love vanquished, hopes swallowed
by the agony of destine dismay

The cold that was
in her eyes, distant,
spoke of love gone awry
rage or despair?
unknown the feeling was

And he rode into nothingness
his mighty steed
galloped quick
He tried to his end, but in vain
to elude the shadow that was.

Copyright:Unknown. But taken from Perdition ,posted by SATAN.