Paladin Poem by Pierre Rausch

That day was composed by dawn
Crimp scurrying around
About turn
Guard, draw your sword!
To overhear some of the paladin
Of squared stones laid dry
And already the gate was blocked
Who are you?
The pursuits in the grass
There weren't holes in the wall
The paladin guard dropped his
torch
It was a quite confident bill
The one's behind yelled
A sharp corner
A large but ugly rooms
All this blazed forth
And sweet incertitude to fill air
And everyone's steel blossom
It was not a pleasant thought
At cross warn you
One of them was at the foot
Paladin
There was nothing else to be done