Knights of Old
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Knights of Old
In days of yore
Of damsels and maids
Of women most fair
When battle was made
A mighty steed
A rampant charger
Dazzling armour
A knight sat proud
A lance in his hand
Spurs on his feet
He threw down the gauntlet
Cast his gage
Of rage and fury
On battlefield bleak
Judge and jury
And justice did reek
Gods will be done
Trial by combat
A test of arms
Running the lists
A lance in his hand
An axe, A sword
Maybe a mace
The weapons of a lord
Shield bedecked
With scarlet eagle
A griffin rearing
The three lion device
The sanctity of arms
The benediction of might
The blessing of arms
The glory of battle
The power of might
The right of power
Razing villages to the ground
E’en the flower filled bower
Men without charms
To the slaughter like cattle
Serfs and peasants
Mere cannon fodder
A time of majesty
They’d have us believe
But the reality was
Worse than we can conceive
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Description
A collection of poetry celebrating the beauty of the random. There is no thematic link to these poems, they touch upon almost any subject that crossed the author’s mind in the moment. They were born from a series of journal notes made over the course of a number of months. This collection is an eclectic mix of poems and range from love poetry to landscapes, children, paranormal, science and technology, and animals, with a lot of other topics thrown in for good measure.
