A Knight’s Mare

Elegant, curvy and graceful
Her gallop was rhythmic
Color, she borrowed from clouds,
Petals made her delicate,
Strength she took from the mountains,
And freshness from the fountains
Her master was a knight,
Whom she accompanied to every fight
A scenic dusk down the countryside,
Together they were going
Faster than a Boeing
The enemy, who was a cheat
He couldn’t swallow defeat.
From behind the bushes,
He flung an arrow
Pierced the rider’s bone marrow
Thud! On the ground he fell,
His blood he could smell,
She, although was confident of her ability,
And wanted to save him from the cruelty
She bent to the level of the ground,
Just before the second arrow arrived
Her body ate the steel, aimed at the knight,
Three arrows in, She never showed fright,
The devil ran away before peasants arrived,
The mare expired but the knight survived.
Bravo! Exclaimed the locals,
They praised the wounded man,
And took him to the king,
His highness gave him yellow to fulfill his greed,
And in the happy picture of victory,
Everyone forgot the steed.