Biography of Arthur knowles
I am not really a poet as you can tell, but there something in my soul that keeps me writing poetry and music. My weakness is my heart it bleeds and cares to much. Thanks for reading. Elliottalbany@aol.com
Arthur knowles's Works:
Arthur knowles Poems
It was a night beneath a mystic moon, a lone horseman rode through the of the land of tombs,
The Midnight Hour
It’s the arrival of the midnight hour, When the hands of the clock,
I am real,
Tonight, Come to me in my dreams, Bring me rest, From my eternal journey,
It was a night beneath a mystic moon,
a lone horseman rode through the of the land of tombs,
Moon light, star light with the mist did weave,
A ghostly veil that stood before rider and steed.
Should he enter, should he proceed,
Into the land that slays him in his dreams?
He looked back upon the only land he has known,
A land so cold a land of stone.
The armor he wore bore the scares of a thousand wars,