The Knight

by ddavidd   Jul 20, 2017

The knight
armoured all in white
tilting upon his pride up right,

settled in the raven saddle tress of might
holding in his hand like thunder:
of light!

He looked upon the bequest of his death
splashing in buds
bloomed all in the red of
his seething blood,
rippling the garden,
in flood.

Sparking like springs
with the neck
pedestaling the crown of kings,
he oared and bellowed in rave
amongst them like wind and wave
like a dancer who
to convex coils concave,
that even one thorn
couldn't scratch the mirrors
of his wings.

He was a vessel on the waves of blood
where the thunders of his blade
screamed his affrighting light
in to the ears of
the deceitful night.


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  • 6 months ago

    by Ren

    Awesome awesome awesome write, Frank!!

  • 6 months ago

    by Em

    Another fantastic write

  • 6 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    As Brenda already said very powerful piece with superb visuals. I felt like I was there x

  • 6 months ago

    by Brenda

    Frank, wow! Some powerful stuff here. Your visuals are spot on. Well done-

  • 6 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Dude this is so up my street, how could I not nominate it

    Cracking job


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