With a smiteful smile
And an unwavering gaze
A polite wave to the crowd
All eyes rest upon that armour
Behind sees eyes deeper than a soul
Countless battles won
And none lost
Dragons slain and demons dispelled
Maidens saved and maidens laid
He is our hero, he is our Knight
The crowd loves him
The crowd adores him
The crowd wants to be him
Our hero, our knight
A fantasmical life
Mythical creatures and wilderbeasts
Beautiful princesses and evil kings
Wicked wizards and helpful mages
All these rarities of fantasies
Encountered daily by our Knight
Crowds cheering and bustling
Trying to see the man behind the metal
The enchanted magical armour
And when he removes his helmet
They all fall to the floor
The women fall to their knees
Risking death is nothing to pay
Toss a penny to the boatman
And call it a day
In the life of a Knight
A contest entry
- Final Stand by DeadofKnight.
525 points, ended July 14, 2007, 22 entries
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Comments
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Yes, the knight receives many rewards for his sword and bravery, but to accept death as his constant companion is somehting very feew can understand. So why not enjoy the adulations? Wonderfully done.

