Until Death Doth Us Part. Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Until Death Doth Us Part.



"My beloved lady most fairest throughout all of thine lands.
Pleas accept this humble token from your faithful and loyal
servant. With this gift of a single red rose. I freely and of
mine own free will. Bequeath my gift to thee.

Beloved lady most kind and gentle. Please give me thou
colors of red and gold. I promise obediently to wear
your colors. In all of my knightly tournaments.
With thine faith in me and my noble abilities.

What more can I say? What more can a poor knight ask?
But to kiss thine hand as pledge of mine honor
and mine devotion". The knightly tournament began.
He had to fight until death the notoriously.

And mysterious black knight. Who cancelled his
both his identify as well as his most infamous deeds.
He rendered unto all of his opponents, neither no
quarter nor no mercy.

The fairest lady's passionately and loyal knight.
Fought with all of his strength and all of his
might. But he fought fairly. Following all the
rules and regulations of the tournament.

He was no match for the nefarious and diabolical
black knight. He pierced his honorable opponent's
straight through his heart. His last thought were
of the lady who with her husband, would honor
his memory. And cause the tales of his deeds
of merciful kindness throughout all of their land.

It was the Virgin Mary, who herself escorted him
into the pearly gates of heavenly paradise. Erroneously
his opponent believed the lady would sponsor him
as her favorite knight. But for the longest times
she and her husband were made aware of his evil
deeds.

He did not know how to fight honorably, nor die bravely.
Without the blinking of an eye, they ordered his
execution by beheading. His sentence was to be
carried out expectantly in a short period of time.
He died asking the Virgin Mary and his patron
saint for mercy.

But he who in his entire lifetime gave no mercy.
Upon his death received none. By their fruits
and by their evil deeds. They shall be known
to both God and man. His deeds would be remembered
in infamy throughout all of recorded history. And
his memory was to be forgotten. When human time
ended. And Eternity had begun.

Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 19,2020

Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fiction
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Maybe the black knight existed? If so whether hero or villian I can not remember. And do not know. During the middle ages, knights fought to the death in tournaments of honor and bravery.
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Roxanne Dubarry

Roxanne Dubarry

Seattle, Washington
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