The
Dark Knight
Hones his sword
In the midst of the night
Sharp for Sir Gawain
To foist away
The Lady
Nell
The White Knight
Gawain by name
Shines his mirror
To gaze upon his sight
Too pretty, too pretty
As pretty as Nell
The Lady of
The night
The
Majician
Stirs his potions
He doth mix with their food
Whilst he fixeth Nell
W’majickal spell
She will be his
Later tonight
The Knights
Doth face one t’other
Good swords raised, features enraged
But then dost fall still
The battle unfinished
Dead by poisons swill
Majick has won
The hand of Nell
But the
Lady called Nell
Heft’s her own dagger
And lays a cleft in her heart
Dost smile as she’s going
For none have won
Not dark nor white
Nor majick spell
The
Angels sing
Strumming their lyres
Whilst accepting a lady
Satan doth laugh loud
Of three he is proud
Two Knights, and a
Cursed majician
Author notes
Knights in shining armor? Maybe not...
A contest entry
- Male Knights by Riftkin.
600 points, ended June 7, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is great, love the short
verses you have written it in.
almost my way of doing things.
Riftkin
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Oh they were Knights alright, but selfish not thinking to allow Lady Nell choice. I see she must be very beautuful for these men could not think of anything but winning her. I have read Tales of Knights & Ladies
and I love the way this one turns out...it surprised me too...excellent tale in verse....
Lady Novy
I doth love thee
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