A blood-stained steed wanders all alone
Over the valiant yet violently slain;
Its master not yet found on the ground,
It looks to the heavens and cries its pain.
With no place to turn to, no place to go,
It searches once more then decides to roam;
With no master in sight, no friend nearby,
The lonely beast begins the journey home.
Yet in the distance, it hears a low moan
Then gallops back to the battlefield;
It finds a weak man who can hardly stand,
In his grip a blade and treasured shield.
“Oh, noble steed, you returned for me,
Cherished creature, you left me not to die;
Come, my friend, and carry me away”-
And so they rode till dark was the sky.
could see the kindness of the knight
by the loyalty of his horse
The following users say thank you to c4a1g for this useful post:SerenaLantha
Bravo @SerenaLantha ....... You have yet again woven a poem that allows the reader to imagine well beyond the words you have written............ Your choice of topics is so different from the norm and it offers a romantic look at a forged relationship of the times........... knight and mount were no doubt as one on a battlefield.......... you gave it character and presence by offering thoughts from such a noble beast............. loved the ending!
@Killerelite Thanks for the kind words! This was a challenge for a poetry group at school....gives me a good break from the normal school demands. Now with the break, I will have to get back to writing!
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