Once there was a knight
Once there rode a knight
strong and proud
into the forest he went
tall upon his steed
His armor gleaming and shining
sword secured in its hilt
sharp and ready for action
the mirror image of its master
Through the forest he rode
interpid and fearless
eagles soaring above him
doves heralding his every step
The trees guarded his flanks
majestic and eternal
barely admitting the bright sun
they seemed to go on forever
By and by he came upon three men
death hovering over each
he asked them all the same question
"what has done this?"
There came no answer
the first had no ears to hear him
the second had no tongue to answer
and the last simply had no head
Deeper in the knight rode
weary and frightened
into the darkness he went
slouched upon his tired steed
His armor felt heavy and cumbersome
the sword ready in his hand
seemingly dull and brittle
the mirror image of its master
Through the forest he rode
timid and exhausted
vultures flying above
ravens heralding his every step
The trees closed in
slashing and scratching
admitting no light at all
they seemed to go on forever
And then he came upon his monster
sword flashing against claws
screams of pain and anger
and the blood, the blood everywhere
Once there rode a knight
he went into the forest
seeking glory and fame
and he never came out.
by,
WPHUNG (Beats the heck outta a Jabberwock, non?)
Send any comments to WPHUNG@aol.com
© 1998 Smile in the Dark Productions
strong and proud
into the forest he went
tall upon his steed
His armor gleaming and shining
sword secured in its hilt
sharp and ready for action
the mirror image of its master
Through the forest he rode
interpid and fearless
eagles soaring above him
doves heralding his every step
The trees guarded his flanks
majestic and eternal
barely admitting the bright sun
they seemed to go on forever
By and by he came upon three men
death hovering over each
he asked them all the same question
"what has done this?"
There came no answer
the first had no ears to hear him
the second had no tongue to answer
and the last simply had no head
Deeper in the knight rode
weary and frightened
into the darkness he went
slouched upon his tired steed
His armor felt heavy and cumbersome
the sword ready in his hand
seemingly dull and brittle
the mirror image of its master
Through the forest he rode
timid and exhausted
vultures flying above
ravens heralding his every step
The trees closed in
slashing and scratching
admitting no light at all
they seemed to go on forever
And then he came upon his monster
sword flashing against claws
screams of pain and anger
and the blood, the blood everywhere
Once there rode a knight
he went into the forest
seeking glory and fame
and he never came out.
by,
WPHUNG (Beats the heck outta a Jabberwock, non?)
Send any comments to WPHUNG@aol.com
© 1998 Smile in the Dark Productions
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