As if,
...wrapped in strands of golden thread,
shining...atop his spotless white steed
this knight came right to my front scape
as i stood by the garden...wind blew his cape
even as sun shone bright that moment,
sun, gold and white almost had me blinded.
his blue-greenish eyes stared long
as if he already knew me
as if he was to swoop me
as if i needed rescuing,
but, in a swish of wind blowing,
his golden cape flapped...shielding
him...he and his steed's muffled neighing,
were swallowed by the leaves' rustling
he vanished...in a few second's whiff
as if, gobbled by the wind...t'was so brief
something i forgot...a thought made me stiff
oh...what a waste! what a shame!
i didn't get to know my knight's name :(
Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 20, 2020
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
As if,
...wrapped in strands of golden thread,
shining...atop his spotless white steed
this knight came right to my front scape
as i stood by the garden...wind blew his cape
even as sun shone bright that moment,
sun, gold and white almost had me blinded.
his blue-greenish eyes stared long
as if he already knew me
as if he was to swoop me
as if i needed rescuing,
but, in a swish of wind blowing,
his golden cape flapped...shielding
him...he and his steed's muffled neighing,
were swallowed by the leaves' rustling
he vanished...in a few second's whiff
as if, gobbled by the wind...t'was so brief
something i forgot...a thought made me stiff
oh...what a waste! what a shame!
i didn't get to know my knight's name :(
Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 20, 2020
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