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Lancelot's Revenge

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John Yaws
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0 posted 12-04-1999 12:14 AM       View Profile for John Yaws   Email John Yaws   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit John Yaws's Home Page   View IP for John Yaws

Sir Lancelot, a valiant knight-
Rode out with frosted breath...
To meet the new born rising sun
And joust at dawn with death.

The foe he rode to meet at dawn-
A victor many fold...
Sir Lancelot for honor fights,
The other fights for gold.

And as he rode, he softly sang-
To Karsh, his noble steed...
A dastard fights for tawdry coin
For honor I would bleed.

A hireling bears his arms for hire-
A harlot of a sort-
Id die before Id thus stoop low-
And to such things resort.

They met at dawn upon a sward-
As dry as fair knights mouth..
The hireling rode in from the North
The hero from the South.

The neigh of steeds, the clash or arms
The stench of blood and sweat..
And great the clamor there arose
When wolf and jackal met.

Twice Sir Lancelot dehorsed-
His raving, savage foe-
And twice the valiant knight drew rein
And would not strike a blow.

At length brave Karsh did slip and fall
And Lancelot was pinned...
The craven struck a mortal blow-
And thought it was the end.

Yet ever after as he rode..
To do his masters will...
Hed hear faint hoofbeats at his back
Each time that he drew still.

In dreams hed often toss and turn-
And moan and curse at night..
Regret the craven blow he struck
At such a valiant knight.

And then at last when peace had fled..
And drew his just reward..
He said, Im haunted by the dead.
And then fell on his sword.

A moral? Yes, I think there is-
Its better far to die,
A noble lion, than to live-
A dog...who lives a lie.
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1 posted 12-04-1999 12:44 AM       View Profile for Elizabeth   Email Elizabeth   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Elizabeth's Home Page   View IP for Elizabeth

Wow, Gunslinger! Fantastical! I especially like the last stanza.

Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail-
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
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2 posted 12-04-1999 12:47 AM       View Profile for Lucinder   Email Lucinder   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lucinder

Your talent is unf*ing believable.
I have read poem after poem written by you and it's always the same...raw creative and original....and rereadable over and over.

This one is very publish-abled.
You ARE submitting, aren't you?

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3 posted 12-04-1999 02:11 AM       View Profile for PhaerieChild   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for PhaerieChild

Once again you pierce me with your rapier talent. I am always in awe of your work and this is no exception.

If you love me like music, I'll be your song.
~Heart~ Dreamboat Annie

Shawna R. Holder
Boise, Idaho

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