"Scents of freedom,
Childish innocence,
Ecstatic pureness
Floating in the air
Like rebellious feathers,
Riding my horse
Across strong trees
And through perilous obstacles.
Next to you, close to you,
Dear little Galahad
Made of noble blood and pure soul,
My only best friend.
As the rivers chant your noble name,
As the wind runs through your soft hair,
We ride our horses
Like arrows thrown in the sky,
Hoping to find a way
To defend justice and independence.
Your green innocent eyes look at me,
I look back at you
And I get lost into your sweet eyes.
I feel like I no longer know where to go,
Unaware of your guidance
To the right way.
A little smile appears
Among your red cheeks
And I already feel like
I ascended to Heaven.
Once I smile back at you,
I hear your sweet and harmonious voice
Telling me
"It's gonna be ok, Percival."
And I gently nod,
As we ride over the horizons,
With bravery running through our veins
And love taking over ancient hatred.
This, my beloved Knight,
Is how I want to live
And eventually die.
For,
As long as you'll be with me,
I won't fear lonely nights and death.
Anymore."
poetry
camelot
knightsoftheroundtable
arthurian