The knight has sheathed his sword,
Handed the lance to his squire,
Watered his horse.
The enemy's corpse lies on the field,
Awaiting removal,
His armor and weapons claimed
By the victor.
This battle need not be refought,
Even should the patient be
A hypochondriac.
Author notes
Prompt: 'Prescription not refillable.'
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- Prescription Not Refillable by Cinnarry.
600 points, ended May 24, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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The last stanza was great@
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I'm glad you liked it.
And thanks for giving me the interesting prompt to write about.
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