DARK KNIGHT
You are one of the Kings preferred.
Chosen from the finest of men.
To serve King and Country
With out even reflection.
You stand by your Sovereign.
No questions do you submit
Only answers do you comprise.
Honorable, Righteous, Gallant.
Shiny armor without a tarnish,
As your reputation is radiant.
Your strength and determination
Serve the Crusade.
So fair of face that the Maidens all blush,
As you ride your proud steed
Through the crowded sunlit square.
Its hooves rhythmically clacking
On the time worn stones.
Drumming up effects of long past.
You glance neither left nor right.
For a straight path you must abide.
From your goal no distraction has command.
Forever driving towards your aspiration,
To complete the quest that was set before you.
The golden Grail,
Whose value is not in its metal
But rather from the secrets
that lie within.
To possess this Grail is
what no man has before you.
Many have tried and failed
Whilst they weren’t worthy
To hold this coveted object
in their glimpse.
But this Grail is for you alone,
For with its power you will be king.
Cool. I love medieval folklore, and enjoy reading about knights and barons. You have captured the way of the knight very fetchingly in this piece.
Ken
My Secret River