I wish someone would squire me
on this, my last crusade.
it's not so much I'm tired
or that I've grown afraid

but this darkened trail gets lonely
without a worthy guide
and I'm not so sure I'm worthy
of the power of my pride

I wish someone would hold me
in my tent upon the trail
when the winds are cold and bitter
like the tears when I do fail

for this darkened trail gets lonely
without a warming touch
and there's so much yet to offer
to someone, yet so very much

I wish someone would be there
when I finally take my fall
from high atop the castle gates
and land beneath the wall

where I had cut my coats of arms
with hope and love and laws
yet fell just like any other man
despite the crusade's cause


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)