Baronhawk's Nest

(1)

In a suit of gleaming armor
a weapon gripped in hand,
upon a steed of ardent vigor
galloping off to foreign lands.

Rides a soldier into battle
as brave as ancient kings,
showing off his mettle
on fields, blood red tinged.

So rides the champion
to the battlefields of war,
for beliefs, for convictions
for honor and for valor.

(2)

In a suit of lovely satin
a flower gripped in hand,
on a strapping white stallion
prancing gracefully in a dance.

Gallops the hopeful suitor
as handsome as Cassanova,
wooing his lady lover
with prose and with bravura.

So rides the champion
to the battlefields of love,
for the hand of his maiden
the greatest of treasure troves.

(3)

In a suit of perfect reason
armed with wit in hand,
upon a steed of persuasion
with logic in defense.

In true scholastic fashion
debating their behests,
mixing intellectual passion
with words that could gouge flesh.

So rides the champion
to the battlefields of reason,
in defence of opinions
enshrining dissertations.

(4)

In a suit of past experience
with knowledge and beliefs instilled,
upon the steed of history's lessons
covered by wisdom's shield.

In the face of fates untold
through the tales of futures unknown,
charging ahead, reckless and bold
reaping the graces of deeds once sown.

So rides the champion
to the battlefields of life,
through pleasures and pains
and the flavorings of life.