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.