The Fallen Knight
Dawn shines like a warning threat:
Our friend the night,will bid farewell,
and with a new, but ugly face,
another day will soon begin.
The fallen knight has lost his battle.
The fallen knight fought bravely,
But neither did he realise the glory of victory,
Nor did he attain the honor of a graceful death.
With a frail body,and broken weapons,
with no armour and a heart so heavy,
He yet,alone has to face another day.
The silence of the night,soothes his heart,
if only for a few.The darkness of the dusk,drops a
flimsy curtain that veils, if only temporarily,
his shameful disgrace.He has no choice,
but to walk aimlessly,into the fields of a newbattle,
which he knows he will lose.
He will helplessly receive, the cruel,unfatal stabs,
of yet another long,cruel and ruthless day.
There is no shadow of beauty in defeat.
No one will ease his pain,no one will heal his wounds.
And when the night finally embraces him,
he might have time to breathe,
But generous as it may be,the night will soon pass,
And give way to yet another long, cruel and ruthless day.
By A. Bahgat
