The Knight Reborn
He sits upon his proud destrier,
Armor repaired, glinting of steel.
New brass accents with latin
mottos,
He’s not accustomed to a new saddle’s feel.
A shining helm upon his head,
New and undented with visor raised.
A bit sad and wistful, yet full of hope,
Ahead of him lie brighter days.
A storm of chaos lies at his back,
But his horse is young and fast and strong.
Little lather raises on its
flanks,
As they effortlessly gallop along.
A peal of thunder, a streak of lightning,
The road behind him looms foul and dark.
But the sky ahead is blue and clear,
The road in front appears less stark.
A verdant forest looms ahead,
The trees on both sides grow tall and green.
A bird’s twitter brings his face a smile,
Animals frolic in the tall grass unseen.
Villagers run to greet the soldier,
So recently defeated and full of woe.
They smile and wave and offer support,
For wherever he may choose to go.
Through the village and down the road,
It ends in the wilderness, there is no trail.
A million choices lie ahead for the man,
Each one a chance to succeed or fail.
Visor still up, he pauses to look,
To the horizons offered up to his whim.
Each one a promise, each one a choice,
Each a new adventure to challenge him.
There are no roads or trails or paths,
The horse’s hooves tread upon soft loam,
Towards a kingdom bright and new,
Where a knight can someday find a home.
For knight again is what he is,
Purified by the fires of hell.
He is neither unscathed nor unchanged,
But lessons he has learned quite well.