Fog hangs thick, engulfing the ground
Footsteps muffled, not making a sound
Sun rising slowly, in the eastern sky
God grant me serenity, tis a good day to die
A figure of sorts, like a ghostly apparition
Appears from the mist, to take his position
His banner held high, as he rode on the field
He was the one knight, I knew would not yield
His armor, impeccable, as if made by the gods
Both rider and horse bore the same unholy facade
His horse reared back, and stood high in the air
The Knight and he made a formidable pair
Charging across the field, he lowered his lance
Thinking only of victory, I to began to advance
Lances shattered in slow motion, as if it was all surreal
As both had found there marks, against the others steel
The pain shot thru my chest, as the blood began to flow
Your lance was true to its mark, you had dealt the fatal blow
As silence fell upon me, as I lay there staring into the sky
God grant me peace and serenity, twas a good day to die
.... and a good day to live. Pensive and eloquent. t x
Another great evocation of the mediaeval age. I could paint a picture of this image, it's so clear.x Jan
Write with a salient character... it portays sorrow in a mystical poetry! Enjoyed it sir, top marks.
A poem with a character... it portays sorrow in a mystical poetry! Enjoyed it sir, top marks.
Excellent! enjoyed reading this poem (A good day to die) - (10) ! ! Thad
What a beautiful, if somewhat sad poem. The old world flavour kept me reading until the end. Wonderful flow from beginning to end and the imagery is great. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hei Poison, Personally, this one I should not being reading at the moment... but it was very clever...One Peace at a time... Deana