Drunk with revenge, the knight pondered,
Lit the candles, took the oath
Die for honor, foe to loathe.
Wounding the henge, the wind wandered.
Armlets and poleyns, helmet and mace,
Bloodthirsty sword in scabbard,
The lance mocking the Holy Hazard,
The haughty knight arrayed with grace.
Gold medallions adorned the chest.
Shoulder bore the mighty bow.
The carved shield, feathered arrow.
Wild stallion gorged with zest.
Rusty chains yielded at the knight’s behest.
Wooden doors bowed as if in fear.
Sweating moments crawling near,
Feeble puppets in Heavens’ written gest.
With veins bloating and mane floating,
Earthly Pegasus spurred to rise.
Tiny ray of light drowns and dies.
Mourning eddy of sky’s coating.
Cedars and elms, oaks and ebonies’
Moaning twigs and sighing foliage,
Ridden fast in wind’s winged carriage.
The hoofs trample on dainty conies.
Crimson dews on the knight’s forehead
Relics of rotten thorny fingers
The hope melts away, fear lingers
Stars lulled to die on the night’s deathbed.
On brink of an abyss
Drew the steed’s rein
Guilty jealous Cain
By sin’s precipice
Heart’s hate to sate
Unsheathed the lance
The horse did prance
Taste Icarus’s fate…