A Gallant Knight

POEM

A gallant knight astride his mount

Came riding in the morning;

A gallant knight astride his mount –

Arriving in the morning.
The township gathered round about

To see why he was roaring

In pain. Alighting from his mount,

He fell beneath an awning.
A gallant knight astride his mount

Came riding in the morning;

A gallant knight astride his mount –

Arriving in the morning.
The doctor noted he was sick,

So sick he wasn’t talking:

“I’ve failed to learn what’s wrong with him,

So sick that he’s not talking.”
The said knight grabbed the doctor’s vest

And – grasping – whispered sorely:

“The plague…”

                              The townsfolk drew a breath,

Their final breath, that morning.
(Copyright Glenn D. Horne, 2016. Previously published as Riding into Abbeville in FreeXpresSion, September, 2015.)

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Author: glennhorne

Writing on matters of national security since 2016.

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