A Fear Filled Knight
I hope all of you are weathering this winter well. Icy and snowy weather, with its ever present power outages, has put a limit to my computer use this season. Just about the time I would boot the old dear up, the lights would go out, the power along with them. ARGH!!! I have had a moment today however where it has held steady, so thought I would make yet another attempt to share this poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy it, and that you are all staying warm, snug, and safe. May God bless each and every one of you, and may you have no fear, for God is ever near!
A Fear Filled Knight
or A Fear Filled Night
The Knight fell down, upon the frozen ground,
the moonbeams blinked, but did not make a sound.
A whip-poor-will gave out a mournful cry,
this was a fearsome place for him to die.
The crypt was cold and empty of all feeling,
into the Knight a terror now was stealing.
And tho his meddle had been often tested,
it was this crypt of fear that had him bested.
It caused his thoughts to creep like a murrain,
and claw into the depths within his brain.
It wove a weft so strong his head was aching,
he trembled so his knee’s were badly quaking.
But lo, a thought unlike the cold of winter,
broke through the ice like grip of fears fell splinter.
Then warmed him like a breeze of summers make,
and left a well of mirth within its wake.
For tho the Knight was young his steel was not,
and many a greater battle it had fought.
From there upon his side where it had rested,
he grabbed it up and knew he wasn’t bested.
For it had always come to his defenses,
the thought of it had brought him to his senses.
He took a grip of it and knew the truth,
he slew the fear that often conquered youth.
For tho the night was long a wondrous sight,
the coming of the dawn with radiance bright.
The sword of steel he held still at the ready,
it calmed his nerves and made his weak knee's steady.
Now on this night of frozen cold embraces,
of fear there were no longer any traces.
For with the dawning it soon came to cease,
and filled the Knight therewith a heart of peace.
He stepped without the ancient crumbling crypt,
and sheathed the sword that he had tightly gripped.
There in the light there came the song of lark,
the Knight had conquered, his fear of the dark!
or A Fear Filled Night
The Knight fell down, upon the frozen ground,
the moonbeams blinked, but did not make a sound.
A whip-poor-will gave out a mournful cry,
this was a fearsome place for him to die.
The crypt was cold and empty of all feeling,
into the Knight a terror now was stealing.
And tho his meddle had been often tested,
it was this crypt of fear that had him bested.
It caused his thoughts to creep like a murrain,
and claw into the depths within his brain.
It wove a weft so strong his head was aching,
he trembled so his knee’s were badly quaking.
But lo, a thought unlike the cold of winter,
broke through the ice like grip of fears fell splinter.
Then warmed him like a breeze of summers make,
and left a well of mirth within its wake.
For tho the Knight was young his steel was not,
and many a greater battle it had fought.
From there upon his side where it had rested,
he grabbed it up and knew he wasn’t bested.
For it had always come to his defenses,
the thought of it had brought him to his senses.
He took a grip of it and knew the truth,
he slew the fear that often conquered youth.
For tho the night was long a wondrous sight,
the coming of the dawn with radiance bright.
The sword of steel he held still at the ready,
it calmed his nerves and made his weak knee's steady.
Now on this night of frozen cold embraces,
of fear there were no longer any traces.
For with the dawning it soon came to cease,
and filled the Knight therewith a heart of peace.
He stepped without the ancient crumbling crypt,
and sheathed the sword that he had tightly gripped.
There in the light there came the song of lark,
the Knight had conquered, his fear of the dark!
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