Of verse and time
The favor given this Lockenvar,
For quest he knows forever far.
The spirits willing, the flesh be not.
The spirit will ride, the flesh will rot.
He seeks the lair, old dragon time,
With magic dare of verse and rhyme.
He will not falter till deem be won.
Nor will he alter till deed be done.
The dragon lives, mirrors shadow
Where he feeds upon our marrow.
So subtle is the time exchange,
You hardly feel the slightest change.
He will sing in rhyme to lure out time,
Assuage this dragon with soft enzyme.
Dazzle him on the chasm thin
And there dispose and cast him in.
But if by chance the years do pass
And he over stay the hourglass.
Know he ever stays the quest
Only forever meats the test.
So when you hear some verse and rhyme
You know this knight's enticing time.