The Knight
Like a Knight of old, he stands,
Like a fortress battle-ready,
No gauntlets grace his hands,
No sword nor weapon steady;
Just he, alone, to ne'er yield:
A dragon's heart, his shield.
Like a Knight of old, he stands,
Like a fortress battle-ready,
No gauntlets grace his hands,
No sword nor weapon steady;
Just he, alone, to ne'er yield:
A dragon's heart, his shield.
© Alys
29 January 2005
~ for Johnny
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