A Knight With No Name


Seeing through closed shades of fitful dreams
A night full of moons kept captive with bewildering mire
Trudging through unknown terrain -- a lonely Knight upon his mount
I have called out to the night -- to the Knight known by no name

Brilliantly blinding is the armor he wears -- reflecting moonlight
Bringing forth enemies for an oncoming fight
Long, solid, and smooth is the sword which he wields
A warning to those who oppose his will -- impaled eternally

Steel-grey eyes locked onto mine
Galloping forth on a steed breathing fire coming my way
Sleep hidden behind curtains of lashes
On a night of moons with a Knight with no name


for Norman


Property of Joy Elaine -- September 21, 2001


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