Saturday, June 17, 2017

Poem: Mid-Knight

Between a king 
And beyond a bard
Not quite a knight 
Yet slightly more than squire 
Lies a small percent 
Even though a tall person 
A Mid-Knight 
Neither what you need or who you want 
Not the back of the line 
Not quite the front 
Armor for sure 
A sword? Perhaps 
A shield? If it fits the happenstance 
The Mid-Knight is not 
Ever what you thought 
You don't settle 
Or even reach 
He's just happy to beseech 
Yet, he looks nonplussed 
Though is valor is in surplus
A round table 
If he able 
To take four corners 
And make them none 
Because that would make him 
The chosen one 


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