THE KNIGHT Empires ...
THE KNIGHT
Empires crumble into a basin, The gardens of Golgotha, Birthplace of all creation, Where doves take flight in sudden elation, As the sun bleeds in the dusk, I drop to my knees in the churchyard its spires in thrust, Where were you this day?
Frozen in the Everglades, Or rolling your fingers down the blessed blade, The reflections of chivalry, Rally the cavalry, She left his hope like hoof marks in the mud,
Galloping hooves, Pounding hooves, Swords clamor, Amor and steel,
The plunder of the oceans bounty before them, The prophets words still in their memory.
Cups full of blood, Reflections of love, Dragonfly crest, Green that matched her green dress,
Reflections of a stable, Where they went each day, His touch each day is full.
Danger in his hooves, Though courage hides the truth, Sacred sound of youth, Pounding on the wood, Cabinets stained by cups of blood, Lovers on the cusp, The cups of blood, Stained with love.
She shivers by the window, Silver shines in the moonlight, Grips the handle of his sword, That feeling of the forbidden Knight.
Courage hides the truth, Gold to pursue, Steeds in the rain, I'll find my way back to you, To the lady I can't bare to refrain.
Reflections where it's sealed, Reflections on the road, Reflections concealed, Reflections he had known.
Reflections of the order, Rolling waves of knights on the Crusade, Templars united until the end of days, Reflections on the water, Reflections of holy lands, Reflections of a blessed blade.
"Empires crumble into a basin The gardens of Golgotha Birthplace of all creation Where doves take flight in sudden elation As the sun bleeds in the dusk I drop to my knees in the churchyard, its spires in thrust.
She shivers by the window, Silver shines in the moonlight, Grips the handle of his sword, That feeling of the forbidden Knight.
By Laurence Fuller, 2022 @laurencefuller www.laurencefuller.art/web3