Death of the Knight

Death of the Knight

He bled himself white, that fateful Knight,
With steel in hand and blood in sight,
Medicated with courage from a liquid brew,
His waning will strengthened to see this through,
Then steel met bone, a horror he saw,
A fountain of life splattered wall to floor,
His eyes rolled back, he fainted and fell,
His final dream between heaven and hell,
Then his senses to life saw a grotesque limb,
A crowd was gathered, feverishly working on him,
To resurrect this man who himself had forsaken,
And restore the breath that suffocation had taken,
Monotones screeched at his swirling from life,
To the first phase of death with just seconds respite,
But the crowd was gifted power from Heaven above,
And his ever-loving Queen would see the life of her love,
The Knight now celebrates in each and every breath,
And gives thanks for his salvation from suicide and death.

Copyright (c) 2013 David A. Vitali