Knight's Campfire Poem by Karla Scheidt
Knight's Campfire
Staring at the campfire;
Oh, what a sapphire,
It could start a bushfire.
The flicks of light,
The tricks of night;
Oh where is that knight?
Out in a fight, Out in the daylight;
The horrors of night,
The abandoned light,
Sacrificed on sight,
Paralyzed from fright,
Symbolized by spite;
What a night,
Can't wait for light,
The time starves me.
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4/17/2024 10:27:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good poem, exquisite rhyme scheme