Sir Dinadan, Percival and Gawain

No knight shines.

Smoke, steel, and salt

Ashen earth and littered lines

Hour to hour, and only time to time

The knight rests

And such a moment merely tests

Resolve undaunting

Tasks impossible

Yet to wrest

Any justice from this world

And mouth but a single courtesy

Reduce any shade from haunting

One of the table supporting

Shedding blood in worthiness

Service, or love

Alone, not slaved to pretty lies

To fairweather air and false cause

But for devotion and the notion of

The higher calls

Brothers, Lovers, Mothers

Friends and folk and flags and there

The little house, or place or land

Honour to others and one’s self

Beaten silver and dented steel

Make

Chivalry.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.