A Knights Glory
I used to be a force to be reckoned with
Way back in days of yore
Warriors would come from far and wide
To challenge me on battle floor
I earned respect the hard way
In kingdoms my name highly revered
I left a wake of dead fools behind me
Until my presence became greatly feared
I fought for my King and country
With mighty sword and trusty shield
And though many times outnumbered
My ground I would never yield
My bones have now grown fragile
The scars have mapped across my face
My dreams of a quiet country home
Have vanished without a trace.
Here before me is my final apponent
Come to strip me of my fame
He reminds me of my younger self
Seeking to bring glory to his name.
Today I come to this decision
To concede the last death blow
He will believe he has the best of me
But the truth only God and I will know.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2016
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