The knight in a tin foil helmet
with a wooden sword
slaying only his dreams,
one by one
as he finds the game
he has been playing
has long been lost
never to be won,
but this he was not told by anyone...
His dreams he found alone,
as he grew from terrified child
to hesitant, angry youth,
in tomes too numerous to count
Believed too long in chivalry
riding off into distant suns
setting on distant horizons
when it was the one that was rising
that he should have kept his eyes on
Now, blinded by the light
he cannot see to save himself,
how could he be of service to anyone else?
Like some toy from childhood
laying forgotten and dusty on a shelf
the time has come and gone...
09-22-10
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