A Good Knight Time Story
Glenn Shiveler
Beware of me, for I am The Lady In Red.
My claim to fame is the one cool, autumn night,
And of this, I am not afraid to confess....
When I betrayed a brave, valiant knight.
He rode proudly on his black, snorting steed,
And journeyed forth in the cause of The Quest.
He was such a young, stouthearted knight indeed,
Considered by some to be among the very best.
Riding through town he saw me in the village square,
Where the guilded town folk gathered and danced.
When I winked at him, he smiled without a care,
No words exchanged, just a lover's long glance.
Riding along, he could not help but smell my perfume,
While I was dressed in a fine, red leather gown.
Enchanted by me, he could not sense his own doom,
When he saw laces wrapped here, there and around.
Through the window pane the full moon looked so bright.
High above stars passed as in processional fair.
In the dark the candle flickered soft and bright with light,
While his fingers slipped through my flowing blonde hair.
Later that night, he got out of his plate armor,
Not knowing that I was still dressed in mine.
Just like a bird trapped in a hungry cat's cage,
For me, it was only a short matter of time....
When the order of knights found his body that week,
They mournfully placed it in a body sac.
They found my red lipstick kiss on his smiling cheek....
With my stealthy kill-dagger stuck in his back.
