Jacks fluttered wildly with their pomp and circumstance. Kings at each corner. Queens at each access, overseeing the construction. The clubs checked the munitions while the spades collaborated to dig trenches. The numbers, Aces leading the way built each story; taking turns, red and black. The roof was a sturdy covering, done in diamonds. But the Joker was at work... The fortress I'd built so carefully, card by card, layer by layer crumbled with the breath of your single kiss. Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson Photo by jalil shams from Pexels
One day in the dark of the forest, down at the bottom of that deep, dark well, he came to me.
His arms, strong, but tender, raised me from the depths of that well.
The blue of his eyes shone through the night as if the light were coming from within.
I discovered this man was a mere mortal of flesh and blood. The light I saw in his eyes was that of an honorable man. The honor this man carried with pride, was that of rare and unimaginable beauty.
I knew he was a man, with weaknesses as men have. But I saw what was inside. He was a Nobleman of Old. He saw the demons and beasts that few of us see. He would give his life to slay them.
He thought his life was better served on the battlefield.
This man had no sword or armor, as we would normally see with a Knight. He relied on his instincts and his brethren in the heat of battle.
My hand touched his, one last time, as he turned his shining eyes away. I knew he couldn’t stay. He had paused on his quest just long enough to give me a glimpse of himself. There were battles to be fought and dragons to slay.
Beautiful artwork by Murphy Elliott