We Who Still Dwell In The Past Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

I, we who still dwell in the past
In a late era we were born
Resurrected from lands, vast
From chivalry we were torn.

A brave knight with an armour, shine
Seeking a princess in a high tower
Holding a flower and a cup of wine
To him maidens kneel only of power.

But we find no more princesses alive
Nor we are English knights in pride
Just girls, emotionless and passive
And our Romantic poetry, in loneliness, died.

But we shall in the lands wander and wander
Writing about knights, witches and roaring thunder.