Dark Knight He Comes...

a poem of a knight who journeys to places never known before....

into a maelstrom he came

on a charger black as night

his armour shone polished bright as a hundred suns

his sword  at side hung down

in a scabbard carved with runes

tales they told of deeds well done

and some of different kind

leather boots reached to his thighs

bronzed they were 

polished

rings of gold covered fingers long

his nails pointed sharp as knives

his hair streamed out like spider's legs

whipped by branches spindly in the long cold night

he was dark knight adventuring 

finding way through heaven and hell

between blinks of eye

eyelashes curled like gated posts

barring sight 

inside he turned to find his path

marbled steps upwards led

 bloody veins became passageways to other realms

coloured in such varied tints

white and grey and purpled hues

each one a different road to take

leading to another place where eternity began....