The Ballad of Sir Gallant-Heart
Cyber Knights: The Digital Quest
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I
n the age when starlight sang through mortal veins,
And magic flowed like golden harvest rains,
Two knights-errant of the Sacred Table Round,
Sought realms where mystic harmonies are found.
Sir Gallant-Heart the Sky-Walker supreme,
Sir Roadicus the Earth-Strider of dream,
Brothers sworn beneath the Ancient Constellation,
United by the deepest soul's foundation.
"When three sacred suns complete their holy wheel,"
Sir Gallant-Heart proclaimed with righteous zeal,
"We'll journey to Hampton's Blessed Coliseum tall,
Where Phish-Spirits answer destiny's call!"
His silver-winged pegasus pawed the air,
While Roadicus prepared with knightly care,
His Iron Chariot for the Great Ten-League Quest,
Each mile a prayer, each turn divinely blessed.
In chambers won by Fortune's early grace,
(Before the Crystal Seers revealed time's face),
A cornucopia of enchanted, sacred stores,
Awaited at those legendary shores.
But hark! The Raven of the Northern Wind,
Brought tidings that would test what lies within:
The Elder Queen's Heart-Stone, once burning bright,
Lay cracked within the Healing Tower's light.
In Maple-Crowned domains of ice and snow,
The Mystic Healers fought death's ebb and flow,
While Lady-Love, fairest of all the realm,
Felt sorrow's waves her gentle spirit whelm.
"Stay, dearest knight," her voice like silver bells,
"In this dark hour where my courage fails,
Your presence is the strongest magic known,
Let love's true light guide you safely home."
At Honor's Crossroads stood Sir Gallant-Heart,
Where sacred duty tears the soul apart,
Between Adventure's golden trumpet call,
And Love's sweet whisper conquering them all.
The ancient stones held breath beneath his feet,
As heaven's will and earthly love did meet,
With heart as heavy as the Crown of Stars,
He chose the path that heals the deepest scars.
"Quest onward, noble Roadicus the True,
Let one knight's dream serve for both, not two."
But Sir Roadicus, wise beyond his years,
Spoke truth that conquered all their mortal fears:
"Nay, brother-mine, we swore beneath the moon,
That neither would abandon other's boon,
No Sacred Song rings sweeter to the ear,
Than Love's own call when duty draws us near."
And so the greatest quest was not forsaken,
But to a higher realm was gently taken,
Where love transforms all wandering to wonder,
And keeps true hearts from ever being sundered.
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Thus ends the tale of love conquering wanderlust,
Where marriage vows proved stronger than Phish-dust.
Two knights who learned the greatest magic spell:
Sometimes staying home serves the realm most well.
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