There is a knight tall and fair
He fears no mortal fright
Ever roaming over land, without cause or care
Kings and Barons fear and admire him
No one has ever been his match
In the joust or the sparring field
Gallantly he defeats them all
He is the mightiest
True of heart and mind
Silent as the rushing wind
Last to leave a man behind
And wherever he goes he is welcomed
Strong and noble and free
The Knight of legends often told
Riding wild and free
Into the sunset he now rides
Death all that awaits for him,
Even the good must die
A contest entry
- Final Stand by DeadofKnight.
525 points, ended July 14, 2007, 22 entries
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A very good entry, but I was kind of left hanging there at the end. I knew that time caught up with him and he will die of old age, but what of the knights thoughts? How is he taking growing old? Is he wishing he could have died on the field? Or is he happy to have lived so long? Many questions left unanswered. Still, a very good entry and I thank you for entering. God luck.
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