.

Jousting
Sword’s
Horses
Lords

To be a man with whims of glory touching soul
To the victor
goes the mind

To be such in a hurry, the youthful boy scurries the castle floor
wood toys
fires and vassals
a kingly toil
The youthful girl combs hair of dolls and learns of new worlds

But what if not, the supple thighs
softened breasts yearning to ripen
as the maidens travel the thoughts
behind all men’s eyes?

Hope gets them through the day
nary a sleepless night
the dreams of such a tournaments
folly

Such importance this royal balance
tween boys/girls, women/men
as all possess the shield
the sheath of passions
of life such victory
where all the Kingdom
wins…