This poem tells how one young squire became a knight. |
The Legend of Sir Albert Drake A young, solemn squire was riding his horse He was searching for a wrong to right He made a vow to defend all helpless folk To gain honor and the good words, “Sir Knight.” The land was filled with villages and woods The people worked in their fields every day But at night they kept within their homes Remembering stories of evil monsters who looked for a prey. The night began with crying in the grove A lovely female who must have felt deep pain A devious troll had lured her pet And kept him in his cave on a long, strong chain. The fairy looked up at the handsome young man He dismounted in the median of the trail She explained that Floki was a gentle young dragon And a gift from a wizard who was old and frail. The knight mounted his steed and rode quite fast He found the cave and heard the little pet cry The troll was out to find some food He’d be home before the sun lit up the sky. He entered the cave and called Floki’s name The dragon sat down and changed to look like a rock The squire repeated the words the fairy had said And the dragon changed again into a hawk. There is a storyteller who says he knows for sure That the knight went back to see maiden fair In the grove was a shining shield he found by itself With a dragon as it’s emblem, just laying there. The name of Drake in England means dragon. Floki is Scandinavian for heroic Viking. |