The Knight of the Odd Order

Knight of the Odd Order, on his quest for truth
rode the tree lined allees, of teutonic you’th
where the bear was at home, thick forest and glen
in a far away land, was once Richard’s Den

He cameth to a place, where time had last gone
a hall so dark and hot, with loud screams anon
life and soulless nomads, jumped and dance’eth wild
to beats of daemons, drums, clatter, thunder, piled

On a fresh spring May night, he met’eth a she
she move’ed as he moved, a mirror of he
more and more they moved, as in rapsody
‘till she left before morn’, deep her melody

The seed of joy’ous hope, so small yet but sown
those weeks it keimed and grew, longing for her, grown
deep woken desires, kindled, there alight
then they met, danced his name, together that night

He fell for her warm heart, her hair, lips and sein
for the laugh which she had, square toe she would hide
for the way she held him, the nearness as one
for the thousand small things, that made her, that one

They spoke of each lovers, wishes, losses, kin
torn between families, here, thither, there in
love, trust, service and faith, of desires and needs
they found to each other, in arms and at ease

She so loving - so sweet, just - for rightousness
heart open - golden, knowing heartfulness
helping poor and needy, in their name she’d fight
her joy, attracting souls, like moths to a light

Knight of the Odd Order, fighting during day
daemons, and building webs, of truth, so they say
the evenings when alone, in halls of great space
anquished, thinking of she, far distant, her face

Her castles south and north, up with the sunrise
she worked the downs between, cross hill to Pan’s cow
thick air midsommer nights, hung with Linden’s scent
along lined tree allees, hand-in-hand they went

Nights he would hold her, cupped in hand, feeling life
fair incense in the air, loving man and wife
Bodies entwined as one, fresh and newly born
talking, laughing, holding, to the early morn

Knight of the Odd Order, his heart so enflammed
desire, castle to build, for them, with love, named
after ancestors, home, to feel safe at ease
from the daemons of past, present, and to please

T’was as though they were matched, in every way best
in music, the arts, taste, passion, life and zest
in feelings, in love, thought, in body and mind
it was wonder at work, creating one kind

She of unknown descent, Lady, untamed will
at home around the world, going where she will
not to be captured, chained, contained, or beleagued
so it came to an end, the bond, to be free’d

Knight of the Odd Order, of Pictish descent
deep loss, troubled, but joy, pain from love’s ascent
knoweth of the wonder, that the Lord had granted him
Privy to that Fair Lady
The Fair Lady of the Order of Saints