Sonnet 11 Poem by Alex Fischer

A lone warrior rides forth across the plains
The beating sun shines bright upon the road
This warrior lone his face is wrenched with shames
For he is a falsehood of his own code
‘What hope is there for me? ’ this knight doth think
‘When I a mandible for my own king
Am so hopeless, I have become a link
In this lone world where none shall ever sing
Of a wretched knight oh such as poor me
The night crawls forth and takes o'er my soul’
The knight rides forth into the ending sea
Breaking into a world that's filled with shoal
The knight succumbs to the breaking of waves
And moves into a diff'rent lunar glaze