The Red Knight

I saw a Knight 

Freshly come from the fray

It beared a bright cloak

As bright as the very Day.

Twas’ red;

Or was it the Knight's blood shed?

I saw many a red on my day.

The Knight so bright

and his hands on his ankles

I am so shy

I could never ask his mottos.

I saw the Pogrom

In Foreignsbaysvale.

The Knight so shy

He would brew me an ale

His cloak was dark

On blood-soaked dales

I was so shy

The Knight was put on a gaol.

My eyes went blind

The red Knight’s cry turned pale.