I’m jousting for His honor
I’m jousting for my King
I willingly wear His armor
As bride I wear His ring
It is He who defends
Of His great love I sing
To the throne He ascends
The vict’ry isn’t mine
When the enemy offends
With my King I’ll dine
Once He has won the fight
We’ll feast on bread and wine
All hail His strength and might
All hail His grace and light
The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today was revealed a day early. We’re having a medieval tournament to celebrate the passing of the Pub keys from Brian and Claudia to Bjorn. So I’ve taken the tournament theme and written a terza rima sonnet of sorts about jousting.