A Knights Joust Poem by Poison 9901

The night was long as I thought of the following days events
Lying under the stars in beds made of hay and make shift tents
Wondering was I ready for what was to take place tomorrow
Or was my day to end in pain and sorrow

Watching the sun as it rose above the distant plains
Preparing my self as the hour glass slowly looses its grains
Dawning my armor and checking its fit
You are never safe if you should take a hit

As my second makes ready my horse for the battle
The towns people start to gather like great herds of cattle
They impatiently wait for the moment we clash
The joust takes but a mere second its over in a flash

When in the arena we all gather round
Riding up before the king and everyone in town
The crest are arranged as to who will face whom
For some knights this day will end in doom

Three passes you’ll make to prove your loyalty
Most knights here are born of royalty
You prepare yourself and take up your lance
Your horse gets nervous and begins to prance

He rears and bolts down along the course
Shinning in the sunlight a knight and his horse
Swift as lighting and fast on his feet
For it is the other knight you wish to unseat

Charging at speed lance lowered you take aim
For a knight the joust is the deadliest of games
In one brief moment your lance explodes
As you look to the other end seeing only the horse that he rode

A brief encounter a battle none the least
A knight in armor and a iron clad beast
You return to you post heart pounding like thunder
Waiting for the next encounter you can only wonder