The Ballade Of Sir Galahad Poem by Gert Strydom

Armed with his great lance and sword
he was always true to his word
where before him horses and riders did reel
even if they did attack in a great horde.

Chorus:
Big and in every movement sure
Sir Galahad's heart was pure
where he was a giant of a man
who could the harshest circumstances endure.

While he lived for his king and God
like a mere monk and some found it odd
that never a woman he did intimately know
but strong as ten men he did trod

did the hand of all maidens decline,
did bow down daily at a crypt in a holy shrine
did become convince to find the holy Grail
where he believed that he was guided by the divine

where with this great quest he did ride without fear
into the unknown without any friend to him near,
he went through valleys, past lakes as a knight of the Lord
where always this dream to him remained clear.

© Gert Strydom