In days of yore, a tale unfolds, Of a lowly squire, with dreams untold,
Born a peasant, in humble guise, Yet a fire in his heart, a spark that would rise.
He yearned for more, to prove his worth, To wield a sword, to roam the earth,
Through trials and turbulence, he'd strive, To become a knight,
and make dreams come alive.
Oh, hear the ballad of the White Knight's rise, From peasant's fields, to the lofty skies,
Through trials faced, his heart held true, A knight he became, his destiny in view.
In armor donned, he faced the fray, In battles fierce, he found his way,
With valor true, and a spirit bold, He rose like a star, through stories told.
In the squires melee, a prince he met, Spoiled and cruel, a heart beset,
But the White Knight fought, with all his might, To defeat the green terror, and shine so bright.
Oh, hear the ballad of the White Knight's rise, From peasant's fields, to the lofty skies,
Through trials faced, his heart held true, A knight he became, his destiny in view.
In the hearts of people, his legend grew, A champion for the just and true,
With every step, through the kingdoms wide, The White Knight's name, a beacon's guide.
Through battles fought and deeds of grace, He won the hearts of every place,
In Westeros' lands, his fame did spread, For the White Knight's valor, they all were led.
In the halls of kings, he stood tall, A knight of honor, admired by all, His journey's end,
a dream fulfilled, From lowly squire to a knight skilled.
Oh, hear the ballad of the White Knight's rise, From peasant's fields, to the lofty skies,
Through trials faced, his heart held true, A knight he became, his destiny in view.
Now, the tale is sung, both near and far, Of the White Knight's rise, a shining star,
A symbol of hope, in times of plight, From humble beginnings, to knightly height.
- Written and sung by a minstrel of the Reach.