The knight of the broken cross
Within the kingdom’s land of Knoss.
He was the greatest hero of the king
Who owns land, crown, and ring.
Rides onward from day into night
And really strives to do what’s right.
And the sheer magnitude of his deeds
From his castle Halowìere where he feeds.
His armour shines bright like a light
Charged with the valour of his fight.
Until an enemy of evil rose to meet him
The war would be of virtues, honour, and freedom.
He led the charge against the enemy citadel
And from an arrow’s wound, he had fell.
Mournful was the morrow, truly it couldn’t be
Though strong and powerful, it was that he —
Died in a heroic battle, he was dead
But soon the king replaced him with Sir Ted…
About the Creator
Deasun T. Smyth
Eighteen years ago… I was born into the wind-swept lands of the prairies – where I regularly fly on dragons and battle goblin kings.
I'm a First Nation's wannabe writer, trying to survive college...
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Wow, nicely written.
I certainly enjoy this poem , excellent 🥰
Very nicely done, sir!
nice