A Rocking Chair and a Knights Blade

A Rocking Chair & A Knights Blade An elderly man in a rocking chair. He sees a bird flying through the air. He hears a boom and turns his head. He sees the bird lying bloody and dead. He laughs and then turns his head back. His eyes close fading to black. The man sitting. Through his thoughts he is sifting. Looking for any faint piece of imagination. He settles on a medieval nation. An intrepid knight with his blade at his station. A strong & loyal sentry. Like all of his ancestry. Guarding this cobble path. Protecting it from the enemies flaming wrath. A suspicious man walks to the post. The knight asks him for a note. The man holds no rite of passage or paper. The knight did implore more and more The man shouts i’m going for her The knight grips his blade and exclaims You cannot pass on this here path If you continue you will feel my blade’s wrath The man takes two steps The knight draws his blade The wind blows with blood and regret But the knight doesn't know it He stabs the man and leaves him to bloodlet The knight turns around a sees a woman with child weeping, a mother He killed a father He mutters I can’t go any farther The elderly man snaps out of is nap A cat scurries off his lap He begins to shed a tear A nurse concerned walks near The elderly man says nothing Just reminiscing Of a better time Another tear falls down his eye Running his tie