Seeking the bright and ever fair
Is his sole goal for which to dare
So fine of form, and full of grace
Venus, Mary stand in second place
He once loved sin and chased the vile
Who else could make him change his style
Castles and foes threaten the way
But all opposed he vows to slay
Forth and then back he makes his quest
Ever pressing, he takes no rest
But Time, like comets, does not last
Has the chance for fulfillment passed
Fallen leaves scatter on the ground
Armor may rust before she’s found
© 1974, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
