Sir Richard Joseph Lohengrin,
He rode above the stormy din,
His swan he charged the winds to ride,
And through the clouds his shield would glide.
Knight of virtue, grave yet meek,
All the noble tasks he'd seek,
Until the earth his fierceness rid
Of monsters whom the darkness hid.
Knightly Richard Joseph rode
Beyond the dragon's bleak abode,
And dealt the fiery challenge there
A death blow ringing through the air.
Richard Joseph, righteous knight,
Wolfbane to all earthly blight.
Precious silver beaten thin,
Winged crown of Lohengrin.
Copyright © 2010 Robert E. Romanelli