The Knight

The Knight

A Poem by readwritelive25

I've been thinking lately

about what it means to be brave

does it mean to laugh in the face of danger?

to be the hero who saves the day?

to stand up when no one else will?

 

I think it means to be the knight in shining armor

you read about in fairy tales

who comes at the crucial moment to fight the dragon

 

but his armor isn't shiny, it's old, rusty, creaky when he runs

like it just doesn't fit in

 

and his helmet is too small,

his head is too big for it

like all his thoughts made it too big to be contained

 

and he's barefoot as he leaps across the lava moat

because none of the shiny knight shoes suited his taste

so he takes to the dirt and stone apart from everyone else

 

also the shield he guards his helmetless head, his body, his life with

is a cheap, flimsy shield with a hole in its upper corner that,

when he holds it up, comes right in front of his heart; making it so susceptible to being torn to pieces

 

but the knight's sword is a gleaming, sharp, excellent tool,

the pride of his knighthood that, when held up to the dragon,

resembles a pencil

 

and this pencil-sword can do anything to the dragon because of its power

it can slash the dragon's skin and then put the scales all back in place

it can whip towards the dragon so rapidly and accurately it will definitely kill it

but then narrowly miss its head; the battle continues

it can slay the dragon; its head now lays on the floor of the cave

and then spear the head through an eyeball, raise it, and plop it back on the dragon's neck

 

this pencil-like sword can do anything possible

because it is not only a powerful, perfect sword

but a pencil as well

 

the knight in shining armor is a writer

armed with his pencil he can do anything, create anything

by writing it

 

the knight in shining armor charges forward to slay the dragon

and the knight in shining armor, the writer, armed with   his pencil-sword 

is brave.

© 2011 readwritelive25


Author's Note

readwritelive25
Was bored, got to thinking about symbolism for random things, and came up with this. tell me what you think, please

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Added on July 11, 2011
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