If thee listen to the knights afterthoughts..
And watch...Whilst he kneels upon his birthplace..
Thou shalt see...Reflections of his romantic sword..
'Pon the wake of a canary's breathing...Whilst ~
She walks away from the carriage of Eden..
Fainting often away... Amidst a pearly pond..
At the end of the trail..... Deep amidst his soul..
With the little things amidst ~ ''Easy flowing...''
Clinging to a bosom of embracing fingertips..
Whilst the beauty of a tulip spring.. Dances nearby..
Mid the spirit of wedded slumbers ~ Shocking dreams..
'Tween a castle walls imagination.... Bordering upon...
The nightly arms of temptation.... Defended by ~
An unarmored bareness... Of a stream 'pon a course...
Soaring into hovering tides ~ Of knightly quests...
By Misted Knight
© 2009 Misted Knight
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