This Day of KnightsA Poem by RossenBring me to your KingI ride my steed upon this town clanking armor is my sound they will feel the thunder, from his flanks pounding shoes of iron, on dusty planks "lift the gate of this stony place" bring me to your King I am to joust for him, that sought my skill here is the seal and note from his quill~ never have I, been unhorsed I aim my lance to take it's course the tournament sounds, free my soul my visor drops into place I ride with pride along this rail through the slit, "iron face" full charge into the wind I cradle this lance and tilt "no man can take my blows" I break helmets and men blood will run, "from his nose" Great white light, loss of sound what has happen to me? laying on tournament ground I lost my steed to others speed now I...walk past Great Knights of this Roaring little town... © 2011 RossenAuthor's Note
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