I wrote it in an hour. It looks long, but check it out. It’s a story of a medieval knight.
Off I ride upon my steed
No prince or fool can catch me
I pay no portion of my heed
To anyone who begs me
I gallop along my glorious road
In height, in valor, undaunted
My–ambition steadily growed
For all I ever wanted
I stopped to drink at a water-well
My lips too dry and tight
A leper had something to tell
Saying cloudy was my sight.
“Away with you, you brigand
No importance are you to me!
Be off with ye, be quick-and
No cloud prevents me to see.”
But still he pressed me forward
“Remember what I say
Unless you do, fall downward
Change ye while you may.
Three times will you encounter,
A trial every night
And you will not even counter
For cloudy is your sight.”
I grunted, sputtered, passed him by
Confused by what he said
Could he foretell the time I die?
Three days, shall I be dead?
The sun crept down, the sky was lit
Those thoughts came over me
Maybe I’d just imagine it
Of how I could not see
I shrugged off all my foolish fears
But, hark! A cry for aid!
A voice was on the brink of tears
Yet still I sat, then swayed.
Now out of my saddle I soared
I could help this person in need
I sought to reap reward
When this fellow I retrieved
But ho! What’s this? I see him not
Yet, doubtless he is near
Somewhere, this thicket, he is caught
Surely he must appear
He cried and yelled, and cried again
But still I see him not
I stopped to listen now and then
I found none of what I sought
Had the sky grown far too black?
Had a lake brought forth its mist?
I gave up and headed back
What an unfortunate twist!
Next day I road to the tournament
To seek my fortune there
By the end of the day, much merriment
Be seated in a higher chair
And so I dress for battle
With sword and shield and glove
When I knocked my foe from saddle
I’ll win a lady’s love
The king, he raised his royal hand
The horses charge like thunder
The time is ripe to make a stand
And crack my foe asunder
I leaned in heavy, on my lance
I won my first of fights
I won every time I got the chance
Cloudy is not my sight!
All I needed was one more win
To advance to the final stage
And underneath my helmet grin
Then turn the laugh to rage
My next opponent slunk on the field
I took him for a lurker
He begged the king that he might yield
He took me for a berserker
The last match now, end of story
Think of all the praise
Just this win, I have the glory
For the rest of all my days
Just one champion, him or I
We toasted, drank the cup
I could not wait till he would die
I’ll send him soaring up
But when the battle started
T’was harder than I thought
For when our horses parted
My steed broke to a trot
So I called time to check my horse
For injured was its hoof
I checked the sun to see its course
Sinking underneath the roof
The time is running low and soon
The night will be upon me
Not far off is the rising moon
To slow and then to blind me
I could not joust him from his mate
He was too sturdy and strong
Torches lit, it was too late
The second night went wrong
I came to earth with a mighty crush
I lost the final fight
And the crowd broke from its hush
Cloudy was my sight
During the fight, the king, however
Fell suddenly ill and died
By some trick, crude and clever
Yet over the king they cried
Heir to the throne, king’s only daughter
I came rushing to her side
At every moment I sought her
To make of her my bride
The whole next morn I courted her
I’ll play for her, I’ll sing
I win her, then much laughter
They’ll have to crown me king
I proposed to her our wedding
When the sun went down that night
But she knew where I was heading
She said, “Cloudy is your sight!
You love me not, you brute
But only seek the crown.
All you’d do is loot
The castle and the town.
I know thy ambition, far too much
You take me for your flower.
But your flattery words can never touch
The key to winning power.”
Most stunned by what she spoke,
I stumbled into the night
My dreams were shattered with that stroke
Cloudy was my sight
I realized now, where I must go
To the leper at the well
For the three failures I undergo
To the leper I must tell
I rode all night, but could not make
My weary way at all
My reigns I could no longer take
Unconscious for the fall
The next morning I saw him here
When I had awoke
I rushed to him – “Come no near!”
A phrase he had but spoke
And now he said, “Why come here?”
I’m no importance to you.”
“Hold! good sir, my past is clear
Your prophecy was true!”
That night when I had left thee,
Doubting as I live
I heard a boy who needed me
But help I could not give.”
“Did you seek to help his blunder?
Did you seek to do the right?
Or did you choose to plunder?”
“Yes! Cloudy was my sight.
Next day I tried the contest
Oh, the honor
Can anyone please rate the first part of my story? be truthful, cuz i rly don’t mind hate comments!?
“So! Tell me,” Riley Haddix sighed after taking a sip from her glass of champagne. “How many have you had tonight?”
I poured myself some of my family’s 1987 champagne before I replied, “How many what?”
“Shots! What else could I be talking about!?” Riley laughed.
“How am I supposed to know what you’re talking about if you didn’t say so!” I said, “but then, how am I supposed to know how many shot’s I’ve had? Ten? Maybe fifteen?”
Riley laughed again and leaned back on my shoulders, sighing, “I think I’m drunk. If I’m drunk, I’m going to get Lex to carry me all the way home!”
I giggled at the crazy thought of Alexis Penvensie walking down Fifth Avenue in his brand new suit with Riley Haddix on his back.
“Well then it’s good that you’re staying over then, won’t want to ruin Lex’s suit for him would we?” I rolled my eyes at the reminder of Lex’s earlier comment about his new Gucci suit. Riley let out a few drunken giggles that satisfied my need for a response.
“Come on, we’ll have to get you fixed before everyone starts arriving, k?” I hooked my arm around the crook of hers and pulled her away from the booze table. Riley’s glass tipped as she got dragged away by me, the booze inside tipped dangerously close to my dress.
“Hey! Watch it! You’re drunk before the others here, I don’t want you to ruin my dress also!” I snapped.
For my annual mid-term soiree this year, I’m dressed in a black pre-release strapless from the new line of Riley’s designer brand, Secret Admirer. It has been a gift from Riley, for celebrating the first of her new dresses made, but the actual thing would cost around 800 dollars, so I didn’t want to ruin it on my first day wearing it. My shoes were also Secret Admirer, golden kitten heels from Mysterious, the same line as my dress; I didn’t want to ruin those either. At least not before the party started, after the party, my outfit will probably be stained with fruit punch and my mom’s fine scotch and will need to be brought to the dry cleaner’s and then made another permanent installation to my closet gallery.
Just then, the doors to the Petrelli Ballroom swung open and the “others” I was talking about walked into the room in their official unofficial order.
The “official unofficial order” is an unwritten rule that derives from the SSS, social seating system, at school. There’s a certain order that we all have to walk in, sit it, have sleepovers in. Something that the Upper East Side princes and princesses invented way before our time, it might sound cliquey and all, but it is important that everyone knows their place.
The boys always walk in front of the girls, for some reason, in the order of their power inside our Inner Circle. At the very back is Eric Ross, son of the Olympic Gold Medal winning ice-skater Charles Ross and Olympic Gymnast Arieda Shamhil Ross, star skater of our skating club. Next to him is Nathaniel Huard, junior varsity football team captain and son of Navy captain William Huard and society hostess Clio DeVrio Huard. In front of them is Nicholas Halloway, the notorious playah/rich jerk, and sole heir of the Halloway Leather fortune. Then there is Alexis Penvensie, Riley’s boyfriend, my guy best friend, all-around do-gooder, young master of the House of Penvensie, future CEO of the Penvensie International Bank. Loyal best friend of the King, Christopher Woodsen.
Now the thing about Christopher “Magnet” Woodsen is that he is everything his posse is and more, meaning: annoyingly smart, girl magnet, Class A at school…everything. His only flaw was that he came from a nouveau riche family, who made their fortune of Real Estate development. He’s New York’s most celebrated bachelor, the one that every family with daughters has already planned as their future son-in-law. Old families always marry within themselves, but then, I guess they would make an exception for Magnet.
The girls walking behind them certainly would. Nadia de la Cruz, younger daughter of the Sir Jean-Pierre and Lady Aurelia de la Cruz, the French Baron and Baroness, has been wanting to date Magnet since the beginning of time, but the Baron had disagreed and forbade her to date anyone but Nobles. Danielle Bishop, ice-skating girl girlfriend of Eric Ross, second child of Dr. and Mrs. Allen Bishop, a head doctor in Lenox Hill Hospital, was known to have a crush on Magnet before she started dating Eric last year. Rachelle Halley, daughter of airline CEO Leonard Halley and society hostess Marian Halley, was the only exceptions on the M-admirer list.