His honour came from days of old
where maidens fell at his feet
Dragons roared and spewed fire
his challenge; to defeat.
His body clad in armor;
a helmet placed upon his head
To defend the king’s daughter,
His life’s blood, willingly shed.
As he breathed his last farewell,
she placed a rose upon his chest
She wept tears of sorrow,
knowing he had given his best.
The dragon lay cold and lifeless;
the village safe, for now
The knight died for their honour
After fulfilling his sacred vow.
© 2018 Penny Wilson
*This was written in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday
#writephoto prompt. If you would like to get in on the
fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
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