I dreameth one day on crusade
an angel came to me and say
dear knight in armour strong and proud
with flags and ribbons cast aloud
what loves ye most as ye ride on
with all your glitter in the sun
as ye approach the holy land
be it god or be it man
or be it riches that ye seek
as ye are tortured by the heat
perhaps ye favour fame and land
but here ye will find only sand
and fame well no one speaks your name
what love of that in knightly reign
surely ye dont think of man
for even I wont understand
therefore brave knight it must be god
of that of ye I must applaud
then the angel disappeared
and I rode on with no more fear.
Sir Knight of words
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-angel-dream/
