The Accolade
This laurel that I now bestow to thee,
Be but a vestige of my gratitude.
For I, imprisoned in my solitude,
With little hope perchance I'd be set free.
Thy honor now surpasses scrutiny,
In high esteem a debt I shan’t elude.
I knight thee one whose honor hath been hewed
And bid thee leave; now rise from bended knee.
This loyal knight defends the throne from harm.
I know my life was hanging from a thread.
He thinks that I have fallen for his charm.
This knight presumes an invite to my bed.
He thinks that he shall conquer and disarm.
He shan’t deflower me; I'll have his head.






... I wish I could write like this 
hehe


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