The glare of the morning sun
Is blinding
The stage has been set
The gauntlet had been dropped
The challenged met
The gallant steed beneath me
Is excited
Rearing with anticipation
To speed down the soft dirt
Of the jousting lane.
My visor is lowered
The flag dropped
Onward two heroic warriors
Thundered towards each other
To meet their destiny
Lances at the ready
Aimed straight ahead
Like lightning cracking
within a storm
Lances splintered
Into a thousand pieces.
One warrior remained mounted
The other’s soul
Seeped from the mortal wounds
Leaving behind the lifeless remains
Of a brave knight
The Champion
Atop his steed
Prances as if on parade
To accept the trophy
From his once maiden in distress
“Her Loving Heart”
By :William Bonilla
“D’Artagnan”
08/21/09
Anna
Sheila
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Great to see you back in the Den, William.
Blessings and Love - Micke
Your beautiful chosen words captured a stunning vividness
And flow
I love it as always a brilliant write!!
Wishing you Peace Love and Light….Yolie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
peace and love, Carole~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Cheers,
Dan
Love and Blesssings
Christine
Georg
Much peace,love, and light,
Amber "V"
Well done
fee