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Posted: October 20th. 2009 7:05:25 PM

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The Black Knight

by NyghtReine

Age Group: Adult

Across the sky, night rides on ebon steeds
To wrap the sun in blankets warm and clean.
I come away to gaze upon the sky,
And lo, the princes of the daytime call:
"O, my lady, my love, my treasure, my dear!"
Giving me promises empty, plain and proud.
Bards and charming princes are alive
With song and merry poems and chivalry.
Golden hair and silver swords and gems
Begin to shine like stars, held in their hands
Among the flock so brash and idle, I--
I long for nothing more than this alone:
I wish for darkness, chaos and grandeur.
Great adventures call me from beyond
Horizon lines that are not to be seen
By the human eye. O sweet journey,
Paths and roads, I hear your epic calls.
Empty words do nothing for my heart.
But who will give me all of this tonight?
Amongst these squalling whelps and boys, tonight,
Much like all other nights, I dread and tire of
A charming prince to slay a vile dragon
This is not the kind of lover for me.
Only a Knight of black and crimson cape
Can satisfy my deep and dark desires,
My yearning, wit; my mind, my heart, my love.
Like a brilliant nightmare, riding down
From his world of screams and dark desire
His silver-hoofed steed beats thunderously
Upon the wind and tops of trees.
He lands and sweeps away the serenading fools.
Girlish cries from my Prince Charmings carry
O’er the air and gardens to my ears.
Be still, my heart, and let my bosom blush
For what I see is that which I have dreamed!
O come, my dearest, and rescue me tonight
From fairy tales to ne'er be fulfilled!
His mighty quiver shoots and arrow high,
High, to my tower door. As I look,
My hair lets loose and falls upon my shoulder.
He scales the wall, his cape of scarlet red
Begins to swirl around his brandished armor,
Engraved with spells and scratches from the many
Foes and fearsome beasts he’s clearly slain.
I swoon and freeze; my hands begin to shake.
My pallid face is flushed with unfamiliar blood
As night unbuttons her ebon gown of clouds
To show her heart that is the shining moon,
His armored hand grips tightly to the rail
Of stone. In one sweet leap and tug
He hurls his onyx-shelled essence before my eyes.
So greatly overcome am I at this,
This lusty Hades at my door, I—
I let a meekly spoken sigh escape.
He does not bow nor give a sign of love
But takes me by my waist and steps
Behind and o’er the balcony, falling, falling
Inwardly, downwardly—now! Now! Now!
Rain and screams and specters, slaves to him
And to his mighty draconic will.
They bow to him and to his steely sword.
They are the souls that fell to him, to this,
The Black Knight, an absolute terror to face and fight.
He is my love, my passionate breath and fire within;
He is that which doth visit my bed and dreams
And fills my nights with mist and fire and books.
Let us whisk away into the night,
To your cursed castle, my spectral love!
Take me there, again and again and again
In dark adventures, we'll forever live
Until the dawn doth come to scare away
The demons that have come to guard and serve
This warrior of might and true integrity.
Scribes and bards have long since spun the tales
Of the Black Knight, of how he can’t be bought
With gold or land or women. He is the rogue
That swears allegiance to freedom. He alone
Doth stand amongst the peacock knights of today
They swear their honor to their ladies, but we all know
That glory is truly meant for their own selfish
Minds and hearts. Some call him heathen,
Devil, demon. I shall name thee Love.
To you, sweet love, I pledge unyielding fealty.
I’ll sob and sing of the loss of you
I shall, at least, until the setting sun
Goes to sleep beneath the mountain’s bed of rock
And that is when I know to look above
To the moon, the stars, the clouds above
And listen for the thunderous hooves and neigh
Of your mighty demon steed. That, my love,
Is when, I look for you, to see you again.

Author's Notes: Iambic pentameter is fun to play with. I wrote this in high school.

Author's Location: Kansas City, Missouri
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