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A Knight's Hunt

A magic knight coursing on in brilliance On lean hack in clanging, cleaving aegis, Crunching incantation-dark, blunt, and grunt. So light illumines his cold, whiskered phiz And it predates the warrior in night hunt. Chase is stashed by shade then stir lulls to prance When periphery is gorged by a mist. Pitches of bolts burst ahead ere a miss. Startle angers his shield of sparks in haste; Shots hotfoot through with explosions, vanish.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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