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MONDAY'S POET
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Written
for my best friend
By Chelsea Clark
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I'm cold and frightened
My eyes open wide,
No one to turn to,
Nowhere to hide
Enemies closing in,
Victory is out of sight.
The battle's getting harder
As I struggle and fight.
My fatigue is showing
My strength, it fades,
But out of the darkness
A warrior wades.
He's tall and dark,
Black cloak in the breeze.
He strikes down my foes
With grace and ease.
A helmet hides his eyes
His stance, strong and true.
Who is this black knight?
I never sent for you.
He parries and trusts
With a great battle sword.
Foes die on the ground
Others flee with the hoard.
The battle is over
He won the day!
He offers his hand
And leads me away.
My gashes are bleeding,
My clothes tinted red,
New scars form,
I'm almost dead.
I stare into the eye slits
In his helmet so dark.
I see a glimmer there,
I tiny red spark.
He's seen many battles,
He's fought many wars.
How long he can last?
My guess is as good as yours.
He tends to my wounds
Without a word.
He’s gone in the morning
Like wind with a bird.
Some weeks later,
When I'm still pondering why,
I hear the sounds of battle
From a valley - A battle cry.
It's the black knight,
His battle is great.
I run to the valley
To change his fate.
He’s fallen on the ground
A crowd closing in,
I draw out my blade
And jump in the din.
I parry and thrust
With my great battle sword,
Foes die on the ground
Or flee with the hoard.
His body half limp
I offer my hand.
I lead him away
From the baron wasteland.
His gashes are bleeding,
His armor tinted red,
Scars are forming,
He's almost dead.
I feel from the eye slits
Of his helmet, well worn,
His piercing red stare -
He’s confused and torn
I look back at him,
He stares at me.
My eyes are gentile,
Kind as can be
He takes off his helmet
And we meet face to face.
His features are gentile
With masculine grace
I tend to his wounds
Without a word,
But I do not leave him
Like wind with a bird.
Loneliness is mortal,
It can be ended.
No more solo battles
Our pride will be mended.
We tried it alone
And lost many a fight,
But together we're strong,
Our fates changed that night.
Now back to back
We’ll win the day.
Best friends forever
Best friends we'll stay!
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