ANST - Chivalry/light fighters

[Steve Hughes]

THE DEATH OF CHIVALRY
(AS KING RICHARD, THE LION-HEARTED
MIGHT HAVE SEEN IT)
An Original Poem by Lady Pamela Hewitt, the Harper,
 (Pamela K. Hughes), Who Tenders Her Apologies to Rapier Fighter
Everywhere.

These feather crested lords in lace,
Strut about from place to place,
Flicking forth with facile grace,
A toothpick, not a sword.

When Lionheart with two great hands,
Burnished the broad sword in our land,
No lord would dare to show his face,
Armed with a kitchen spit , not a mace.

Oh, take me back to the Age of Steel,
When armor and chivalry held the field,
Take these toothpick wielders where you will,
But take them far away.

One day an aspiring musketeer,
Was cleaning up his battle gear,
His gun went off and like a spear,
His ramrod took his captain in arrears.

Removing the barb from that place,
The captain burned at his disgrace,
Swore he'd have the musketeer's buttons and lace,
And drum him to some infernal place.

Oh, give me the age, when eye to eye,
Heros fought battles under the sky,
Not hiding behind stout stone walls,
Little kenning where the bullet falls.

Oh Lord, take me back to the Age of Steel,
When armor and Chivalry held the field,
Take these musket wielders where you will,
But take them far away.

The musketeer with great aplomb,
Drew his sword and bid him come,
We lack not now in ancient chivalry,
Though our weapons be strange to thee.

>From age to age our battles change,
Weapons are different, our hearts the same.
No, no there can never be,
Death to ancient chivalry.
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