A Knight's Parody
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 he cries.
His corpus recoils from cuffs in the breasts;
Wide-flat nose lights down to the ground; he dies.
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