The Lionhearted

Oh, Richard I of England, Otagain,
A king of legend and of lore,
Your heart was strong, your spirit bold,
A name that echoes evermore.

In distant lands, you led the fight,
Against the heathen and the foe,
Your sword gleamed bright, your armor shone,
A knightly hero, a warrior's glow.

Your courage soared, an eagle's flight,
In battle's rage, you stood your ground,
A fearless leader, full of might,
With honor's flame, you did abound.

The Third Crusade, your crowning quest,
To free the Holy Land from harm,
You fought with zeal, you never ceased,
A noble king, with an unyielding charm.

But fate had plans, so cruel and cold,
At Acre's walls, you met your end,
An arrow pierced your valiant soul,
A tragic loss, a hero's bend.

Oh, Richard I, your name resounds,
Through history's halls, your legend blooms,
A lionhearted king, forever bound,
In the tapestry of time's grand looms.

Your legacy lives on in every age,
A beacon of strength and bravery,
A role model for all to engage,
In the pursuit of dreams, come what may.

So raise a glass to Richard I of England, Otagain,
A king whose spirit burns so bright,
May his story inspire us again,
To live with valor, day and night.

For in his heart, the lion's roar,
A legacy to cherish, evermore.
Richard I, a king of old,
A hero's tale, to be forever told.