There once was a knight
Who stood six foot four.
Legends and tales
Of him numbered score.
When a tyrant threatened his land,
He did slay it well.
"No longer on this land,"
Said the knight, "shall you dwell."
Everyone had asked him,
"For fortune or fame?"
He gave not an answer,
He was a knight without a name.

Word spread of a monster,
So horrendous, an extravagant beast.
So large was it that
Its death would mean a feast.
This creature had slain thousands
But now could slay no more,
For the knight had left it dead
Upon its cold cave floor.
They asked, "How'd you kill that
Which no other could tame?"
He gave not an answer,
He was a knight without a name.

There came a time when
The knight sought to settle down.
For the perfect bride,
He searched all over town.
His choice was a woman
Known to be as cold as ice.
Yet with little effort,
This woman he did entice.
At his wedding they all queried,
"How'd you woo this dame?"
He gave not an answer,
He was a knight without a name.

When a time of strife
Had again filled the land,
The knight responded
With sword in hand.
But old, grey, and withered
The knight had grown.
And before long
He lay lifelessly prone.
His family and fans all waited
But the knight never came.
He died and was known only as
The Knight Without a Name.