This Day of Knights

A Poem by Rossen

Bring me to your King

I 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...