Saturday, 11 February 2012

Death













Death

The black knight rides upon the field slowly on
Beneath the visor, the sightless sockets here upon
Gaze from a skull, the bony hands hold the reigns
As it moves relentlessly over all remains
The king has fallen beneath his deadly pace
For none can live and see him face to face
The child is cowed on bended knee
For there is no escape, no place to flee
Black armour on a white charger moving here
The maiden falls, turns away her face in fear
He clasps the banner signed with mystic rose
A sight of final ending now bestows
And now the Bishop prays, awaits his end
For there is no halting, no way to defend
Transit moving over all the earth
Only in the distant sun, rebirth.

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