02 Mar Knight
Posted at 13:31h
in Poems
Charted course by heavenly host,
Called by clouds, invited by mist,
My roaming soul on Stygian coast
A chariot of winds might well assist.
Night falls over the desolate valley
Abandoned to the gloom of death,
I walk by whispers yet cannot see,
Aye, a knight until my dying breath.
Ave Fortuna, dowager of fate,
No suitor nor lover shall I be,
For Virtù, my suzerain state,
Laid over his sword to knight me.
All men enter blind ere the day,
Knowing not what they know not,
Yet brisk I venture toward Faraway,
I trust my steps land where they ought.