The Knight's Night

The Knight's Night

An eerie night,

A gallant knight.

Sat with his horse by a fire,

Dressed in his knightly attire.

And in his lap he had a sword,

The one that he deeply adored.

He sat there, polishing it,

Up and down, bit by bit.

He then ran a finger across its blade,

All enemy weapons it'd outweighed.

And as in it he saw his own reflection,

Of all his wars he had a faint recollection.

Riding his dauntless horse,

And the armour he'd endorse,

All they would see was a flash of light,

Of the gleaming sword and its knight.

As he glided over the battlefields,

Ripping through armours and shields.

All hail the valiant knight they'd say,

And would leave their fears at bay.

But now he'd grown old,

This knight once so bold.

And so did his arrogance and pride,

It had now stretched far and wide.

He then held out his sword upright,

And let it bathe in the moonlight.

It emitted a glistening white glow,

Lightening up the ground below.

He felt superior to everything he knew,

And his pride in himself perilously grew. 

Suddenly, lightening struck the sword he bore,

And that once gallant knight was there no more.

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"Arrogance diminishes wisdom."