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He rides toward the setting sun
Standard hanging limp in the absent breeze
Alone
No great host for this march
It took a midnight departure to escape the guards’ questions
Let the others think what they will
This was to be the way of it
A lost knight on a grail-less quest
His conquered lands: no home
No comfort for his wounded heart
Every dream hung over the virgin valley
Raped and tortured to distant fond memory
The crimson sky reflects off tarnished armor
A bloody sword hangs from his side
His weary horse: uncooperative
Yanking reins toward a babbling brook
Finding no comfort in the castle keep
This brave knight seeks sanctuary
A protective shelter to regain his strength
This battle has left him with none
For his meager gain
The paladin lost it all
Now there is nothing but a lonely ride ahead
An endless pursuit of something once close
The throbbing of his wounds keeps him from collapse
Sleep has been elusive for high near a week
Strength of heart creates a weakness of arm
Desire leads to an undermining of reason
This trail he follows
Hoping it leads to solace or peace
Only knowing, here is not where he belongs
There is a warm haven somewhere out there
The months of toil and tribulation
Draws into question what he truly seeks
The balance of gain over loss is shifting
Tilting drastically in the wrong direction
Surrendering his every gain
He risks his life to find that joy
Chasing the setting sun seems more practical
Than chasing the heart of a timid maiden
There is no doubt in him
Only conviction and patience
Though many offered their swords for his cause
Saddle sores and mosquito bites are his only companions
He could not explain he needed no sword
To capture what he was after
What sword and lance could not champion
Stalwartness and devotion must
If only this warrior knew how to wield those tools
Never has he been a squire to such things
Perhaps he could learn the ways of the jester
Become the harlequin she calls to influence a smile
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