Story poem--The Charge of the Knight's Tirade

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Open Poetry #28

Story poem--The Charge of the Knight's Tirade

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

0 posted 2003-09-10 02:21 PM

The Charge of the Knight’s Tirade

Sir Silver Knight of old
was emboldened with bright gold.
His shield was thick and thin
from the gold and silver in.

He rose up one early morn,
and after shaved and shorn
entered with wanton wile
beyond his wooden stile.

He rifled through his stacks
and found a ten-piece lack,
so went he in a rage
upon a country raid.

Red of face with angered brow
he pillaged each village cow,
and looted the grove of nuts
beyond the village huts.

When there upon a branch,
he plucked with sharpened lance
a crow with bow in tow
and arrows that seemed to grow.

They glistened in the sun
as he stood there stiffly stunned
for ten pieces glittered from the shaft
he thought the crow quite daft.

Then feathers began to fly
up they billowed in the sky,
as each silver piece began to fall
and the crow ceased his frightened call.

For the Silver Knight of old
plucked him dead and stiffly cold,
and gladly left the scene he’d made
in his wanton Knight’s Tirade.

©September 10, 2003

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

[This message has been edited by VAS (09-10-2003 04:17 PM).]