A poem

Unknown to this world I have a poet hidden inside me, who makes his presence felt occasionally :) A recent creation of mine. It can be inferred as a metaphorical poem, or it can be taken literally. Either way, I hope it makes sense.

Once there was a lonely knight
tired after a day of war
Behold he could a beautiful sight
a garden lovely from afar

He came to a tree on the land
richly laden which was with fruit
Out he stretched his tired hand
so that his need he may soothe

All of a sudden in front of him
there appeared a beautiful maiden
To her in contrast the sun was dim
oh such was her glow golden

How dare you touch this fruit
she said to the hungry knight
For i am the mistress in truth
of all that is in sight

Know you this my lonely knight
that till the time you have my will
you wil hold your hunger tight
only then can you have your fill

Held back by the lady's words
the knight waited night and day
Made weak by hunger's cords
for the lady's mercy did he pray

Never has come that hallowed day
oh da knight has waited in vain
So da old lore-masters say
their faces painted in pain

He stil waits, they say, the lonely knight
for the word of the maiden golden
For in love he had fallen at first sight
and to her he felt beholden