Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Retrenchment
Rusty metal clanged its last
As he entered the room
A sword was drawn from the scabbard,
By he who looked so haggard.
No longer called sir,
His heart did stir.
Shield and sword he left on the mat with
8 pieces of armor and
12 drops of tears,
Wars and hardships are over,
There’re only goodbyes.
They’ll do better without him.
He left the castle which
Reached three stories high –
No longer his home
He was no longer a knight.
