Knights Of The Color Fountain Poem by Adrian Antique

We're sadly so few
Almost unseen by the world around us -
Guardians of the words and colors of the deep.
Every streak and shade that are left for our sight
We turn to beads of moving ripples within our keep.

Our only sword is the aged pen each one handles
Near broken by the dry spells of time -
Nevertheless, when the moon calls for our scribbles
We stand up against armies to defend her rhyme …
Against a darkness that longs to crush the little candles.

With a courage that's laced with wonder,
And with a faith that can only be forged in heaven,
We travel the lands of this earth through the books we cover …
We meet people we've never seen and the journeys they've taken -
Our pages of adventure where some had lost and fallen.

We long for others to join our ranks
Who will freely give without taking,
Who offers without waiting for any gesture of thanks,
Who will create gifts without asking,
In this random universe, being selfless is also living.

Love for us is really a work of art …
Of hues flowing out of our deepest part -
Like a fountain of smiles from our own choices
Like the most beautiful songs from tiny, hidden voices …
For we serve the brilliant stars that bring light to the simple
And we fight for the greatness of all that's quiet and humble.