Nicholas Fulmer


A Knight Forsaken - Poem by Nicholas Fulmer

In times of legend and of lore
A knight stood on distant shore.
Standing serene amid rolling mist,
A favor clutched tightly in his fist.

His demeanor was a lie of complete control,
For within a torrent of despair tore his soul.
How could a man be so mistaken?
Now he was but a knight forsaken.

How hard it is to try and measure,
That in life we truly treasure,
But when it’s gone and gone forever,
One must question if he shall endeavor.

Now his hopes and dreams were banished,
And his plans for a perfect future vanished.
How could a man be so mistaken?
Now he was but a knight forsaken.

A valuable lesson learned of trust,
The closest to you can be most unjust.
Sometimes those who seem the most sincere,
Will have your heart at the end of a spear.

He was a man completely and utterly done,
A rose trying to live without the sun.
How could a man be so mistaken?
Now he was but a knight forsaken.

Oh! How the gods do jest!
And to this I can attest,
Their laughter fills the sky,
When they lead mans lives awry!

How great it pains my heart to see,
This once great man stare lifelessly at the sea.
How could a man be so mistaken?
Now he was but a knight forsaken.

In times of legend and of lore
A knight stood on distant shore.
Standing serene amid rolling mist,
A favor clutched tightly in his fist.


Comments about A Knight Forsaken by Nicholas Fulmer

  • (2/21/2007 2:34:00 AM)

    Very Good! and Interesting. Fine Topic. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 21, 2011


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