A Melting Knight Poem by Evan Histed

A melting knight
Iron hot with heat
Hidden well away
Hoping he doesn’t stray

Marching toward the fight
Constant are his feet
Under the burning sky
Inside he wants to die

The field will hold his end
A fate he doesn’t fear
His armor is his glory mask
As he prepares for his final task

One last letter he will send
He will shed a final tear
And slowly he makes his way
To his closing day

This is his last night
And so he shall cheer
About his ending plight
His end is dreadfully near