Poem: Knight

 

Knight

 

a small and uncertain halo

glorifies my curse,

the gold of my epaulets

tinged with dusk.

once,

i pervaded adoration,

took bets and jubilated

on the course of my scars.

it was said that all roads led

to the pinning-on of my medals,

those low-hanging glitterati

guilded of fruit.

theaters reveled in havoc

when my sword swung forth,

hungry as a gargantua,

to swill the blood of war.

yes

 

it courted death, my sword,

all glisten and crimson,

arced just that right amount,

like a mona-lisa guile.

i was 

 

a liar of valor, then,

who censored sorrow,

conquered the hesitant,

misery upstaged,

all for the play and 

accolades and cornucopias

of the golden spotlights, shining

to proclaim, "My Lord."

 

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10/13/25 typos, smoothing

9/3/25 heavy mods

"guilded" is intentional sp