Crusade of the Purple Knight

The purple knight now takes command
And rules with tender heart and hand
His new-green standard waves on high
As trumpets sound the battle cry

O Winter, your days are numbered
For a gentler season, now remembered,
Has a champion, new and bold
Escaped from dungeon, dark and cold.

The Winter-slayer again, has come
Renewed by shafts of warming sun
That march across the country side
To turn dark Winter’s night aside
One tiny minute more each day
Til he completely melts away.

But the Crocus Prince is very young
The battle for ground has not been won
Winter yet, is mature and strong
And he shall fight on, hard and long
Before he loses his domain
To great March wind and April rain.

I pledge my faith to the Purple tender Knight
And lay about him I shall sing
Wile round about, the battles rage
As the Crocus Prince Crusades for Spring.

Purple Crocus
Purple Knight

By Carole C. Griffin

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