This tale was often told to me
while sitting on my father's knee
A poet fair would roam the land
always there to lend a hand
Reaching out to others in need
a poet, yea, a knight in deed.
One night in light of full moon's glow
the poet fair decided to go
Seeking succor for his soul
he needed rest to make it whole
His name is now a legend here
no longer, his voice do we hear
A stately figure, almost a ghost
no longer able to submit a post.
Even mythical poets fair
sometimes need a breath of air.
But in the silence of a starry night
I sometimes hear that noble Knight
whispers in meter with oft a rhyme
a knight, a poet, for all time.
[This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 07-14-99).]