Swords, steel reflecting light, might against might;
Who has the stronger arm; who’se trained to perfection?
End ridiculous contestants, challenging each other,
Coming to blows over Ladies, with medieval weaponry.
Put your duelling pistols away, live through dawn;
You combat with each other as you choose,
It means little to me; chivalry the grim has scythed.
Twenty-first-century woman, with poise taking on life.
Chivalry, extinct and never truthfully was ‘in,’
It was a gest, a game the court played for King and Queen,
Beneath the game, feigned affection reigned.
No thought for the personal freedoms of a Lady,
No thought for the woman; she was owned.
At the hub of a wheel of chilviry, the Princess on her throne.
Married off on a white horse, to a dashing young Prince.
He a tyrant, spinning the cogs and wheels of his kingdom.
She primps, preens, performing a show;
Accepting her Prince’s knight’s fealty; his dying love,
On battle field, the enemy soldiers ran the knight through.
Courtly manners, hide whispered secrets;
Lethal games, converging in mortality; bloody corpses.
Hold your swords away, do not thrust or perry for attention.
The world has out-grown “pissing contests.”
Win the woman of your dreams, with humour,
Demonstrate, actual life, not fairy tales, can be fun together.
Your wife can be your lover; your lover your wife,
No having a woman
pure enough for wifely duties,
And a mistress a man loved and made actual love to.
Authorian Legend and courtly love; it’s rules are lore.
Buy your own Lady gloriously coloured flowers,
Take her for a night dancing; giving a memory to smile about.
Together is being with all of your close friends,
Together is melding your families;
Being united by oath; an agreement between you both.
A Lady is no longer the Princess on the courtly pedastool;
A man is no longer the white knight; we’ve put to rest fairy tales.
Netflix and chill on the couch; a stately royal date,
Closing the leather bound, dusty history’s books,
On weird courtship rituals, forced marriages, and chivalry.
More than anything, chivalry was a literary tradition.
Yet, the modern era cries; find your soulmate if you can.
Most parents finished arranging marriages,
A new way to win the bride, to win the Lady.
Love her for more than her sexuality, her ability to have children;
Love her though she is flawed and not entirely ideal.
Love her forever, your heart beating for her;
Chilviry in true form; hides in the modern world.
Equality of woman and men; yet woman adore being catered to,
How lovely to be spoiled; treated as if you were special despite feminism.
Only, keep your swords and your pistols in the vaults of history,
A game of fists won’t usually solve the problem.
Slipping in through the cracks of ice in her shield,
Growing warmth and heat, so her hard heart beats,
Thawing out the cold; letting spring light up her voice,
Allowing the light in her eyes to flourish and glow,
Hiding winters barren drought filled radiation.
Rays of light, they ignite and bring fire to her tears,
Bring a Princess, ignored and used —
Into the modern-era; she’s your Lady, so you treat her well,
And all her love acquire in return.
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