The Banner Knight had one regret,
it's image in the mirror set.
He'd see it when he saw his eyes,
the thing that would bring his demise.
Twas age he saw there watching him.
Twas death there staring back at him.
The one foe he could ne're defeat.
The one face he could never beat.
And so the mirror he'd avoid.
It's ageworn face, it so annoyed.
He'd fight to death with his strong sword,
Then give his fight back to the Lord,
to pick another champion, true.
One pure, one brave, perhaps it's you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yip, that's no windmill! It's the only Knight who can't be defeated|: the long goodknight. I enjoyed this Mr Eichen. Good to see some rhyme in use. Cheers.