With his armor and abilities polished and ready
He gave service to the King, remarkable, steady
Michel of Bretagne, chevalier bearing a false name
Charged to protect a valuable coach and baggage train
Charged by his lord, Michel a known and able knight
With sword, steel, flesh and blood he'd stand
Protector of his lord's daughter and retinue
He understood that he'd earned his lord's trust
With a loyalty and honor that wasn't momentary
No simple raid or attack could possibly succeed
With men of arms chosen from the finest of the land
Michel led others well, and would stand his ground
He was prepared as well as any other warrior
And the princess was secure in his protection
His leadership gained trust, a brave vanguard
While upon the journey, enemies were absent
Lands in the journey being quiet, calm and content
But a mysterious voice rose, singing an odd sound
It was not comforting nor was it alarming
It was beautiful, but somber, moving
Setting up a guarded perimeter he dismounted
Taking four men with him to investigate
Moving into the wood towards the song
He spied a nymph crying, and felt odd
His legs began walking as he disarmored
He was filled with passion, great amour
He lost his mind, trapped in the sounds
Of a nymph singing a sorrow song
Luring him closer, and closer to her
He dropped his weapon and fell
The other men fled back to the wagons
And returned to the Lord's land
And had a story to tell
In the clutches of the wood folk
A knight can bear arms
But to slay them is difficult
For they lure with charms
Ever since the event Sir Michel is gone
He has been seen again, but he is moving
To the rhythm and sound
Of the nymph's sorrow song
