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 © eufemio basada | Year Posted 2007
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.