The Last Cavalier

By I.M. Ulysses

Gather ye round
Come, and lets hear
The ageless story
Of The Last Cavalier

Born of a woman
Long lost in time
On a faraway mountain
Amidts hills so sublime

Raised by the angels
He grew up believing
In justice and mercy
In a world unreceiving

Sent forth into battle
And armed with great faith
He promised himself
The path he'd keep straight

The weak to uphold
And the broken to mend
He sought out the ones
Whom he had to defend

The battles were tough
And quite often bloody
But he held to the path
Even though it was ruddy

Yet there was one foe
Whom he could not bring down
It haunted him always
In the hearts he had found

Black as the night
It would not give in
So he battled back hard
And once more did win

The foe was the doubts
Of those who had tarried
While he fought for justice
In a world that was weary

He could not accept
Though he had been taught
That there was no good
In a world that was lost

Praying for strength
To God, up above
He found that the answer
Came only from love

That was the secret
Which pushed him along
As he continued the fight
Until his work was done

Tired now, and weary
After many long wars
He lay down and slept
By the quiet lake's shore

Then came from heaven
An angel of might
Whose power was greater
Than the dawn's early light

He picked up the man
And took him away
And where is he now
There is none that will say

But there is a legend
That's still unconfirmed
That when evil comes
Again he'll return

Once more to take up
The cause of holy
And revive the spirits
Of the lost and the lowly

Until then lets gather
And regale through the years
In the ageless story
Of The Last Cavalier