Medieval Fair

He passed through the gates
and was transported in time
She held his hand
with a delicate touch
He was King Richard
to her Guinevere.
She wore a garland in her golden hair,
tilted just so.
Her regal bearing 
belied the passionate soul
of a fellow traveller
into a misty past.

He knew they both sought the Holy Grail.

He wanted to be her knight
wearing his lady's colors
Not fearing the joust
or the crowd.
Her beauty gave him courage.

He would fight dragons for her.