Castle finally in sight
hoping m'lady
welcomes me quickly
into her loving arms.

It shan't be the same
if she notices
that demons accompanied
my long journey home.

Closing my eyes
death still prominent
cries of fellow soldiers
deafening my ears.

Wounds of battle
are more than mortal,
internally struggling
with shadows of fate.

Devil riding along
trying to convince me that
only he can stop this turmoil
a small price to pay, he says
he wants only a piece
of my soul.

Torturous memories escalating
but I shall endure the scars
of battle for honor
and with all my strength
shall cast these demons aside.

For my soul
shall be shared
...ONLY...
with God
and m'lady.
Daisy©

One day a knight went riding out,
Upon the dusty trail.
Sworn never to return until,
He found the Holy Grail.

He left behind a loving wife
And newborn baby boy.
Believing he'd return quite soon
And share their life and joy.

He hadn't traveled vary long,
E'er Death came on the scene.
The knight said,"Sir, for safety sake,
Why don't you ride with me?"

So talking, joking, laughing,
The time passed pleasantly.
But soon Death's duties called,
And he had to leave.

Death could not take from out this world,
A man devoid of fear.
Who offered kindness and a laugh,
So he left him here.

The Devil next rode from behind,
For he'd been watching Death.
Waiting for him to make his move,
And wondering why he left.

"Find it. Keep it for yourself"
Satan whispered as he drew near.
The knight drew back but only said,
"Quit blowing in my ear"

In a soft, sly, silky voice,
The Devil asked again,
"Don't you know the power
You could have my friend?"

The knight said."Sir!
I said before. Quit blowing in my ear.
If you've nothing good to say,
Then you must leave I fear."

While sitting down to eat his lunch,
Beside a ferny stream,
He found what he'd been looking for,
And rode back to the king.

Sir Glance-a-lot begs entrance, Sire.
He's found the Holy Grail.
"What! Deaf Glance-a-lot?!
Enter. Tell your tale."

I left this morn, King Arthur, sir,
As you bid me to.
And now my little tale,
I'll gladly tell to you.

I met a lonely, scrawny man.
He said his name was Beth.
I told him of my family,
Some jokes, and then he left.

Next rode up a man,
Who blew into my ear.
Forsooth my king. He worried me.
For I thought him queer.

I couldn't understand,
One word the man would say.
I finally had to tell him,
To speak up or go away.

Beside a lovely, flowing stream,
I stopped to take a bite.
But hurried back to you my king,
When I found this sight.

Then what he'd found he drew,
From out his chain-link mail,
And offered to King Arthur,
-- The Lowly Snail.
Theo©

the wise king, beset by
the forces of good and evil,
must descend, occasionally,
from his castle in the clouds
to seek the wisdom of those
who have gone before him.
he sits upon his faithful steed,
armour clad, trusty lance bedecked
with his battle symbols,
proudly looking ahead, as the wizened
old sage, his mentor, his pilot
instills his teachings in him
evil; ugly, despicable and revolting
sits, waiting for opportunity,
waiting to pounce at the slightest
opening, a hesitation or a sigh.
underfoot, corruption and deceit,
death and lizards, starvation.
time, never enough, its sands run
swiftly through the cosmic rift
the wise king, then, now or in
the future, history be thy teacher
b.eniii©

gallant, heroic
courageous in stance
never noticing
or giving me even a glance
seemingly preoccupied he is
mind trailed off to the crusade
standing here in tears a battle in my soul
aching for my words inside to be told
is he conversing with Satan
or being lured to his death
come hold me once more in your arms
feel my love, my warmth, my breath
MiNN©

A lonely Knight on a desperate flight
to come to the aid of the king
companion dog, a mighty steed
and his courage did he bring

Onward to his fate
he rode his faithful steed
when death barred his way
and the devil performed his deed

The hero had met his match
He couldn't cheat death this time
the devil would have his due
the knight would die in his prime

So at the drawbridge on the moat
below the castle wall
a loyal dog and riderless mount
answered the urgent call
Warrior_poet©

Her warrior lover was
Honest and handsome
He was respected and loved
By all who knew him
He fought bravely and gave no quarter
It was to the death always
Righteousness was his way and
Truth his battle cry
All who trusted him proved to live another day
Showing all GOD knew his name
He protected what was his and
Defended it bravely
He showed compassion and fairness
To all who asked his counsel
The best was expected and received
From all who served him
And should punishment be needed
It was delivered swiftly and then forgotten
What was done was DONE
He was a mighty warrior
Tried and true
There truly was no other like him
He could be tender and kind or
Swift and merciless
I wish there was more like him around
Tried and true
Thought of others before himself always
Honest always to the end
Loyal and truthful ALWAYS to the end
Lady Valor©

Castle turrets rise to the sky
Below a battle rages
Men and horses in mortal combat
Leave a gory trail in many places.
Some compatriots at his side
Weary from the battles ride
See their knight his lance held high
Advance willingly to live or die.
For the King.
pixierose©

A brave and gallant soul is he,
He who rides upon a glorious steed.
Defending land and kingdom,
First knight as his king had decreed.

Should one accuse his King or Lady of a disgrace,
Upon the battlefields were battles proper place.
Fighting an injustice with benevolent skill,
To save their honor is a knights sacrifice to fulfill.

Gallantly fighting flying dragons,
for the safety of a maiden fair.
Living up to the code of chilvery,
Does this include fighting a dragon in a dragon's lair?

With all these things in mind,
My heart does soar and sing.
A knight would do all the things mentioned,
For the love of his lady or his king.

He fought all his dream demons,
Horror echoes of the wars of time past.
Sleep is elusive and of tormented mind,
The knight kneels and bows his head in peace at last
Queen.Amethyst©

A fool trying to do battle with Gargoyles and snakes
A soldier does not make merely a faint reply
Could be heard cushioned in battle
Surrounded by falsehoods......
Undaunted...........
Full steed ahead
karlotta_ok©

"Once upon a time" begins this tale,
"in a place far away, long ago" completes the thread.
Thus we do begin to spin the words
that shall weave another world.
Leading us then down that twilight path
Where every choice, creates the future.

Another war is fought! at stake, the land's future.
Battles unlike any other were raging went the tale.
His faithful steed plodding along the darkened path,
trying to keep hope alive, though hanging from the thinnest thread.
What was this sickness which enveloped his world?
His thoughts suddenly echoed in a stranger's words!

Startled by these sudden companions' words
the knight was awoken from his reverie about the future.
Leaving behind images of a decaying world,
the Knight asked his companions, each for their tale.
Saying, that by sharing that thread
of their stories, time would quicker pass along this path.

"Our destiny as does yours lies along this path,
Thus we follow it as well." replies the rider to the right.
Cryptic are his words.
"We are all connected, we carry a common thread,"
the darkling continued, "ignoring today, blind to past and future
most rarely live to repeat their tale.
Never realizing how quickly they shall leave this world."

"More the pity for those who never taste the bounty of this world.
Regrets and sorrow their only friends when reaching the end of their path.
so many sad ends, to what could have been a glorious tale."
from the rider behind fell these strange words.
Perhaps a warning of the battle to be fought in the near future?
The darkness of the land unraveling like a loose thread.

Wondering at how both good and evil do thread
creating weft and warp in this world.
Another battle met! at stake, the Knight's future;
darkness and light dappling his path.
Truth and lies mixed within the words
bestowed upon him by his companions' tale.

A different war is waged! at stake, the future of a soul.
Clinging to his life, that ever shortening thread.
Bravely, and humbly this Knight does face the world.
Unswayed by promises,
and lying words the Knight bravely rides on alone;
to LIVE his tale.
Rutile©

And the journey continues
Into the mountain thus.
Armor heavy, steed desiring rest,
But none shall he have.

On his right, the angst of life rides,
Pulling him forward, ever forward,
Ridiculing, chiding, casting about
As they journey towards the castle high.

"Time! Time! Oh so little the time!"
He chants, prancing his mount round.
"Slow ye, be Sir! Time runs!"
He sings his sneering exultation.

Surrounded he is now
By the death and desolation
Of what once
Was such majestic land.

Starvation bid upon the melee,
By the hand of evil,
Riddling the land with blight,
Naught could one man do.

He returns with heavy heart
To his holdings there on high,
No hope left inside his soul,
As closer nigh he draws.

He does not see the angel,
Sent from somewhere up above,
As she watches o'er him,
Silently waiting through this night.

No light of worlds about him,
Can he see from his kingdom gray,
Where once grew fern and wild rose,
Now only desolated barren soil.

Lightly touching his shoulder,
Through mail and tender pain,
She feels his soul as it shudders
In the last will of it's reign.

Leaning close to his ear she whispers,
"He is with you, Sir, as am I."
And watches his face change in surprise,
"I thought I was alone!"

"If faith you have in His power,
then never will you ride alone."
The angel answered softly,

"Glory on high shall you own."

The aging knight slowly dismounted,
Standing tall upon his land,
"'tis His I am, have always been,
and always will remain"
as he lowered and began to pray.

All around him stirred life,
Beginning with a single rose,
Shades of color once again
Painted this world he loved.

Rising with one last weary sigh,
He opened his eyes slowly.
The gray had completely faded
Into the beauty of the light.

As he continued his journey,
To his castle built on high,
On his right, the angel of life rides,
On the left, rides his faith.
ALadyHeart©

O gallant Knight, riding upon your mighty steed
With sword and lance for killing honed,
Aspired by the call of honor and Cain's gruesome deed
You blindly follow fanfares which for battle toned.

You'll go afar to sow, and be it void of reason,
The praise and glory where your brethren reign,
And feed your courage upon wanton eyes of treason
While thrashing faces filled with boundless pain.

But long enough has been your road of life
Within the tolerance of your fretting way,
So too will end you wanton heart of strife
On this, your final day.

For within you blooms the Devil's seed
Upon the slumbering brine of rage,
A rage in which your carnage soon will feed
The Book of Death and its next page.

Though you might twist and turn
The justice of your earthen creed,
For as the Devil's whore you well might burn
Unless you served God's righteous deed.

But it matters none to me,
For I shall reap at own free will,
Discern myself from the powers yet to be
Until I alone have met my fill.

So, on the morrow you shall look upon my face
While chivalry wields your sword in fight,
And feel the different glory of my embrace
O gallant of the gallant Knights.
Zephyr©

light and dark
black and white
sharper contrasts creating metaphor
good and evil always at either end.

a deeper spectrum lies between
making up the many shades of gray.
here is the world of fertile imagination.
here is where mankind lives.

nothing as it seems,
every thing exactly as it is.
truth and lies are mingled
in the hearts and souls of men.

temptation in the shadows,
death leering at one's side.
the path to follow true or stray
such choices make up our lives.

forward into brightness
leaving fear and darkness far behind
travels the resolute soul
eager for the journey's end.
der_girlo©

The Knight Enters... Death’s domain
The crossroads of his eternal life
Death now holding the hourglass of his time
The sand trickling...
The time of this life has come to an end
This warrior now meets his worst foe
The devil greets him enticing him to join his Gehenna
The Knight smells a kingdom
That reeks of eternal death and decay
Filled with remnants of lost souls
This warrior is not willing to surrender his spiritual existence
To this habitation of fallen angels
He has come to battle for his soul
He wears his armor... carries his sword
But this fight will not be one with earthly weapons
But one of the purity of the heart and soul
The city above... is the destination of this Knight
This is where he is determined to go
The future of his spiritual existence is held within himself
And the brave man will fight for it
He says a last prayer
With his face lifted to the city of Heaven
He begins his battle from Purgatory
C0ast©

A knight of the realm on a mission of fate
in full armor cantered along
he long had awaited the time and the date
this mission of honor could no longer wait
twas time to now make right the wrong

A Black Knight had soiled the name of his love
the woman that would be his wife
the Young Knight then vowed to the heavens above
her name would again be as pure as the dove
the Black Knight would pay with his life

The Lady had pleaded for one week of grace
but nay was apology shared
the Black Knight had buried himself in disgrace
the young woman knelt in her satins and lace
and prayed the Young Knight would be spared

Black Death with his timepiece had chosen the time
Red Satan crawled up out of  hell
for it was decreed that the dead bell would chime
a soul would sink into the pit or would climb
on sound of the clang of the bell

There ran by the side of the full armored knight
the hairy hound released from hell
but nay did he look to the left or the right
his lips formed a cold wicked smile of delight
as he cantered o’er meadow and dell

At last by the roadway ahead on the green
in armor as black as the night
sunlight  glinting on the battle axe  was seen
slightly to the right the axe caused him to lean
the young knight then grinned at the sight

His charger he stopped fifty paces away
the Young Knight took now a deep breath
and called to the Black Knight, "Look well on the day
for in a few heartbeats ye head a’le display
tah offer as proof of ye death"

"Ye Sir have dishonored mae future sweet  wife
and something about ye doth smell
ave  come to collect Sir ye miserable life
with nay sound of trumpets nor drum and nay fife
prepare for ye journey tah hell"

As wild and as fast as the north wind doth blow
with fury that could not be tamed
the Young Knight  was quick and the Black Knight was slow
the lance tip had ripped out the throat of his foe
the Young Knight his honor reclaimed

The lance now was buried butt first in the ground
the head of his foe on display
as Death took the timepiece and turned it around
the Devil slipped off with the soul he had found
the Young Knight then galloped away
Sir_Sun©

As the Knight rides His mighty steed
He cheats Death at every turn
The Devil close behind
Follows His every move

Death counts the minutes
Hoping for one uneasy move
So that He can end the time
To take another soul

The Devil taunts and tempts
Trying to bring Him down
To fight the Devil's fight
Turning Him to His evil ways

His armor shining bright
His steed mighty and strong
His sword honed and ready
His lance sharp and true

The Knight leads the journey
Across the land so barren
Homeward He do go
Steadfast to His quest

Onward He will travel
Holds His head up high
The Knight, Death and the Devil
Side by side they do go
Queen.Moon.Infinity©

Ancient vulture is placed on your head
total control on every thought you have
metaphysical entity has took your soul
primeval obsession, a need for blood.

Ruining, killing, massacre
burning, destroying, violence
infamous Knight, scamp, scoundrel.

Death walks beside, leading your steps
pure serenity comes, when nones left
smoothing excitement of the pallidness
fading eyes, blindly staring in hell.

Raping, butchering, holocaust
infesting, devastating, carnage
ungodly bastard, demon, Murder.

Bloody fame, a glory dressed in red
taking a life is your only talent left
the fight is just completely pleasure
Sir Death, grand symbol of misfortune.
__Forbidden_©

The knight sat astride in contemplation
Waiting for a revelation
Why was he here, what was he guarding?
Was there something he was disregarding?
The castle is old, all but forgotten
The drawbridge to cross was moldy and rotten
The dining and ballroom dusty with disuse
The carpets tattered and worn from years of abuse
Not a single thing of colour to brighten the place
The state of the castle was a shocking disgrace
To think it had once been a beauty to behold
Before time had taken its costly toll
You see, the king had taken quite ill
Before he could finish writing his will
And being of the cantankerous sort
There was no one willing to hold down his fort
Save this lone knight who knew not what to do
So he paced his horse, hoping for a clue
The old man would surely die soon
His light was fading like a waning moon
Could this knight gather the courage he needed
To ensure that in this task he succeeded
He had promised his mother many years ago
That he would protect the castle from every foe
Before she died, she made him swear
The he would take over as rightful heir
And as the moment approached, he knew it would be so
He would do battle with time, the greatest foe
Shadow Whysper©

'Tis sad the tale of this warrior tried and true
A once royal knight who only bled blood of blue
In reflective chrome and steel was he once garnished
But his once polished armor is now charred and tarnished
Ever attired in this aged battle cloak of wars gone by
Now a confined prisoner looking for freedom does he try
Invention must be the key to the freedom he does seek
For now no answer exists, his problem is quite unique
He was called upon to face a demon with breath of fire
And though he was engulfed in flames, he did not expire
In a crimson heat did his armor shimmer and begin to glow
Until metal edges melted together when they began to flow
Without his sense of touch only cold steel can he feel
Now trapped inside a second skin of rusty corroding steel
But from the middle ages will he be able to sit and wait
Because the first can opener wasn't patented until 1858
Bear1Mage©

A Knight of the Garter from Maitlin
Was the object of barter with Satan
"I'll pledge immeasurable treasures to Thee
For the promise of your soul to me."
Said the Knight, "My dear Satan, it's a date then!"
Romantic_at_Heart©

Tis but a day
Ending from battle
But has the day
Truly ended
From battle?

The long journey home
Brings many things
To light as the
Mind battles the demons
And the hounds of death
Encircles the lonely Knight

The devil dances its
Plague of battle
Was it Right?
Or was it wrong?
The lonely Knight
Faces the Faces
Of death each day

But on this journey
Home the lonely Knight
seeks answers
Of death that plagues
His mind as the devil
Entwines his mind with
The many faces of death

The journey home seems forever
As death shows the gloom
Of a lonely Knight
From battle
Going home at dusk light
The irony of the devil
Plagues his soul with
Fear of his own death
someday may follow

But the lonely Knight
Pushes onward to home
Were the castle towers
Above the land
The lonely Knight has sworn
To uphold and stand
Firm for his Lord and King
troubles of right and wrong
EroticWolf©

High in the saddle, sword by his side
On a big strong stallion the Knight does ride
Metal armor reflects a metallic gleam
He will win... or so it does seem

The Devil rides on a tired ol’ nag
His horses ears, droop and sag
Thinking he has won he begins to brag
Behind them both Death does lag

The Devil is slain by the Knight's spear
It is the conflict we all will fear
With thoughts of dying flow the tears
Is the time for our battle near?

This is a battle of wrong and right
A battle we all must fight
Remember that our glistening Knight
Reflects the rays of the ‘Eternal Light’
mwm44©

Time has run out
the sands of death
slowly sift through
the hourglass

A cruel reminder
to the Knight
his life is passing
away

Surveying the land
scarred by desolation
pestilence and stench
of plunder

Sorrowful is the site
of a land sawn asunder
payment for the spoils
of a Kingdom left to rot

Promised to him
by the one who sets
lost souls
in isolation

Deceiver of hearts
the Devil speaks
with tongues of vipers
set upon his crown

Piercing the heart
once Loyal Knight
your breastplate removed
exposed

You cast aside
your Royalty
to be baptized
as slave

To the father
of the lie
that lusts for greed
and power

Forsaking salvation
to the unholy one
for whom salvation
is closed
reina©

White knight:
Weak and weary
the knight travels home once more
From wars and blood
He's headed home tired and sore

Black Death:
claimed friends and foe
he follows  to take the knight
close on his heels
a sword slash gave him that right

Red Devil:
He caused this hell
making pain and destruction
a world gone mad
from his evil instruction
kerryanne©

As though in search of fates own deed,
He journeyed on through lands unknown;
Weary though with worn out dreams,
That Gallant Knight on Arab steed.
From light to dark as he crossed the stream

To yonder bank his thoughts did seed.
Still journeyed on through time unknown;
Weary now with worn out dreams,
That Gallant Knight on Arab steed.
Did curse and shout the devils name

As his loins became enraged with need.
Yet journeyed still through paths unknown;
Weary still with worn out dreams,
That Gallant Knight on Arab steed.
Oh beloved save me! The wretch did scream

In tortured voice his ears did creed.
As he journeyed onward in his mind unknown;
Weary yet with worn out dreams,
That Gallant Knight on Arab steed.
As he rode toward death, and hells dancing flames...

Awake my love! Your fears now freed!
O come journey with me in dreams unknown;
Where we may lie in passionate dreams,
My Gallant Knight on Arab steed.
Forever entwined in sensual rhymes.
Galadhriel©

Alone rides the man
desolate
forlorn
Life comes in and out
within
his heart
pain nips his heels
stumbling
his soul
hidden thoughts
attack
his mind
Looming are fears
of silence
of tears
yet feeling strong
determined
brave
as arrows strike
life's armour
he rises
proud and tall
he stands
at doors
of a new tomorrow
taking a breath
he walks
Grasping each day
allowing
victory!
Bloozey_©
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