The Solemn Knight Poem by Michael Penfold

The solemn knight that came that day,
was kind and good in every way.
His horse was strong, his heart was brave,
yet he would pay, yet he would pay.

A joust had tempted him to come,
with honour he fought and he won.
This tournament was not yet done,
his time was run, his time was run.

Sitting atop his noble steed,
Nobility had been decreed.
A warning that he did not heed,
And he did bleed, and he did bleed.

From his fine horse he fell with grace,
His armour pierced in fatal place.
There in that dirty, crowded place,
He ran his race, he ran his race.