Cybernia's
Parade Grounds
A Place for the Knights to Present Themselves
and Show Their Skills
Amidst the pomp and pageantry
The armored host does ride;
Gleaming armor, sharpened spears
Befits the men inside.
Lords and ladies all decked out
In splendid finery;
Banners whipping in the wind
Attached to every tree.
The time for tournament draws near,
Participants are ready.
Every jouster's eye is keen
And every hand is steady.
Horns ablaring, crowd aroaring
Set up a mighty din,
Then comes the piercing trumpet blast,
The signal to begin.
Chargers racing toward each other
Down the dusty track,
Lances gripped and pointed forward
Never looking back.
Comes the clang of steel on steel,
Landing with a crash;
Down, the loser hits the ground,
His side a grievous gash.
It isn't greed or avarice
That drives these men this day;
But pride and honor, duty, valor;
That makes them act this way.
So, win or lose or even draw,
Do not forget the sight,
Of the mighty and the glorious
Man we call the knight.
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