The Knights of the Fulcrum

Of the Knights, by the Knights, FOR the Knights.

To turn the tide.
Thus were made the Knights Fulcrum.

Upon the graves of the Red, their fathers they built their kingdom.

“Sic semper tyrannis!” as their feet squashed the dead

and the teeth of their rifles gnawed at the flesh of the cowards.

 

Their resolve, made in the pursuit of liberty,

Has wavered.

This is no longer a war upon those forces

That sought to take our liberty from us.
It is a battle of self-preservation.

 

The Knight extends one hand in friendship
and the other conceals the blade.

He fights to protect the status quo,
never moving forward, ever resolute.

Aye, the irony lies in his birth and his actions.

 

The Knight embraces his peer

with arms of cold and icy steel.

He commands via the fear of doom,

and it is that fear that drives him.
He protects his fellow man with the backside of his hand.

 

He is the patron of the fearful,
steward of the ignorant.

He is the herald of his own demise
and the blade that shall claim him is his own,
and it will be the hands of those he “protects” that shall lead him to fall.

 

I fear for my own as I watch what I can.
There is much that is kept secret.
We cannot know the hour,
but the design of the Knights Fulcrum
will one day damn us beyond salvation.

Reviews

[Hayley]

"The teeth of their rifles gnawed at the flesh of the cowards."
I love this. It's an interesting subject but I think you did really well instilling pride and duty into the reader. I really don't know what else to say... I just really really like it :)

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Thanks to Hayley for bringing this to me, brilliantly done.

[Art]

I like this...the olden views of Knights and their strive to protect the lives of those they loved...