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
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in on line journals, such as, Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society.Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
He died.in battle and will be rewarded 😊💛
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🙂 Thank you! ❤ ❤
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My pleasure 🙂 ❤
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So funny, I read the actual note, and, except for the bit of fantasy and a dragon, you were right, he gave his life for the king 🙂 (I liked the dragon better, though)
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🙂 I find myself cheering for the dragon too. Thanks, Trent.
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A lovely poem, Penny. I am sorry the Knight died but I suppose that was inevitable, given the photograph
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Thank you, Robbie.
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Very nice Penny; really heavy on the medieval imagery!
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Thank you!
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Nicely done, Penny.
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Thanks, Sue!
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