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
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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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