Royal Love. Part 1 Poem by Tammie LilAimo

High upon his stallion black horse,
He sticks to his path never leaves his course.
Shield to his left, protecting his heart,
Sword in his belt, keeping him from falling apart.
His shining armour glistens in the sun,
He rides on not looking for fun.
The castle stands almighty tall,
His horse rides on sending his call.
So he goes forth to the castle,
where what waits in a tower,
is more powerful than one mans will power.
His eyes are wide,
But not with fear....