![]() KnightA Poem by anna
A figure stands,
On a desolate night. He wrings his hands, A fallen Knight. He draws his sword, He has accepted. He gives his word, To all knights watching. Upon his horse, A command is given. It couldn't be worse, But his will is driven. A figure dances, In a shimmering night. Take your chances, A wandering Knight.
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Added on December 24, 2013 Last Updated on December 24, 2013 Author![]() annaSummerville, SCAbout"Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” more..Writing
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