Her Knight

A Poem by P.N.

Her Knight

He’d slain all of the Dragons,
and his foes were put to rout.
His hair is much thinner now,
and some teeth have fallen out.

His armor is scarred and rusty,
and squeaks some when he walks.
His hearings not what it use to be,
and he mumbles when he talks.

And she’s no longer beautiful,
her golden hair has turned to gray.
Her figure that once was hourglass,
long ago has sifted away.

But she remembers years ago,
all locked up in the tower.
And praying for a gallant Knight,
as she wiled away each hour.

Then he arrived on noble steed,
with lance and armor shining.
She knew right then in her heart,
he’d come to end her pining.

One by one he slew them all,
her mind can plainly see.
Single handed he’d stormed the castle,
won the day and set her free.

Now despite the passing of time,
and he’s no longer like his former.
But when she holds his shaking hands,
he’s still her Knight in Shining Armor

P.N.