Knights in black,
poke the dragon in the eye.
He doesn't blink,
nor scream or cry.
He tried to slumber,
now merely plays pretend.
Death his daydream,
this worlds only end.
The knights move on,
their thirsts now quenched,
drinking water from stone.
The dragon lays there still entrenched.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 8:31 PM UTC
Knights in black,
poke the dragon in the eye.
He doesn't blink,
nor scream or cry.
He tried to slumber,
now merely plays pretend.
Death his daydream,
this worlds only end.
The knights move on,
their thirsts now quenched,
drinking water from stone.
The dragon lays there still entrenched.
Request permission to use this poem