The Knight of Konshu
From the cradle of death, he rose
for the moon god gave him purpose.
His legend came to the lead
like when Thor rose from the dead.
Khonshu’s left fist, he became
and Moon Knight became his name.
He holds the shield of humanity
against the pierce of brutality.
Dissociative, he may be
but has the gift of immortality.
He’s like the guardian of the night
that tames the plague and all the blight.
The moon phase foretells his might
like he’s strong when moon is bright.
For the valor of the moon
gives him nerves against the doom.
Oh, Moon Knight how great you are!
You are as great as a mighty star.
You ever dazzles, near or far
like the mighty knights of war.
Your “high strangeness” is a wonder,
ever baffling like the thunder.
May Khonshu bless you with ways
so you can tame the dark of days.
October 13, 2022
Moon Knight Poetry Contest (4th place)
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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