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Paladin
Dull,once glorious armour,holding up a shell of a man.
Grey,limp egret plume lying limp upon his helm.
Beaten,dented shield held low.
The lance all but splintered,from tilting at phantom dragons.
This sword still has some sting,only needing a Gordian knot to unravel.
My eyes still see epic battles,maidens to rescue.
Enemies...evil upon the land.
Cold gruel and water for breaking fast.
My steed and I share meager rations.
We are weary to the bone.
Creaking leather,accompanying our drone of heavy breath.
Plodding steps take us on our quest.
Long journey, far from home.
What? Ho! My faithful steed!
See you, that gentle glen?
The sun shines bright. There, by that gurgle brook.
Green grass to eat and lie on.
Banter stilled by the sight,young lads' eyes wondering.
Fish forgotten.
How came here,you? Great knight...
We will stay 'till you wake.
A vigil shared by ravens.
Critiques
sumsum22
17 years ago
extended metaphor?
Geezer
16 years 12 months ago
I too pine...
Geezer
16 years 12 months ago
Yeah,I forgot about that ole alignment.
Craig Norris
16 years 11 months ago
haven't been through the revisions