In the castle above sits a lady so fair,
the champion's love with lustrous hair.
Though he dares not approach, for it is not his place,
The champion's lot is to defend her grace.
She knows his honor but holds her pose,
The gift to her champion only a rose.
Through battle and contest he wins the day
For a lady his heart heavy does weigh.
In shining armor of polished steel,
The champion exacts the punishment he deals.
The battles won,The day is his,
A lady's land, peace does live
He battles the monsters of this life
He wins against toil and strife
But as he sieges the castle walls
of his love does lie he begins to fall
for the champion wins every battle in sure
but for his heart there is no cure
The champion walks alone
