The game ends with a soul lost in dismay;
“Here goes the martyr they say!
The warrior put to rest, without his crown,
The sun dawns and the curtains are down.
In the midst hour of Christmas the mystery unfolds,
Then begins the story never been told.
The saga of love, lust, trust and hatred,
The warrior kept the love’s holy grail intactly sacred.
It wasn’t for good but he firmly stood,
His knight riders fought as hard as they could.
But the beheaded crown holds no place,
Except for sympathy, support & solace.
Author notes
I alwys wanted to write somethng on warriors, battle fields and all!! Do let me knw how you feel abt the poem..!!
Tell me hows it?
Comments
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nyc..luvd d knight rider thingy
kip riting! -
very rhyming
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