A knight came riding,
Across a sky of crimson hue,
Chasing the promised dawn,
He sailed on midnight blue. A knight came riding,
Bringing love of new,
Painting the sky with stars,
Through the midnight blue. A knight came riding,
His steed the mighty truth,
A sword of piercing honour,
Riding through the changing blue. A knight came riding,
His armour stronger than life,
And his heart a valiant shield,
Against every pain and strife. A knight came riding,
Turning deepest dark to day,
Slaying every demon,
That haunt our onward way. A knight came riding,
Closer into view
A figure grey and ghostly,
Appeared through the blue. He rode with some uncertainty, As if he didn't know,
Just what he was there for, Or where he ought to go. A knight stopped riding,
Throwing down his guard,
That knight was mistaken,
For someone I once knew. He threw his arms around me,
And took me from the blue,
That knight in shining armour
All along was you. © 2010 Ryan Price & Phillip Callaghan
All right reserved. [Postscript: the art of poetry seems to have left me, if I even had it in the first place. This poem was jointly written with my good friend and collaborator, Phillip Callaghan, who inspired me to write again. We both wrote alternating verses; I started with the first verse, Phill followed and so on, and ended with the final verse, with a little help from Carol King in verse 7. It's not big art, but it's a step towards learning to write again... maybe. Ryan]
Across a sky of crimson hue,
Chasing the promised dawn,
He sailed on midnight blue. A knight came riding,
Bringing love of new,
Painting the sky with stars,
Through the midnight blue. A knight came riding,
His steed the mighty truth,
A sword of piercing honour,
Riding through the changing blue. A knight came riding,
His armour stronger than life,
And his heart a valiant shield,
Against every pain and strife. A knight came riding,
Turning deepest dark to day,
Slaying every demon,
That haunt our onward way. A knight came riding,
Closer into view
A figure grey and ghostly,
Appeared through the blue. He rode with some uncertainty, As if he didn't know,
Just what he was there for, Or where he ought to go. A knight stopped riding,
Throwing down his guard,
That knight was mistaken,
For someone I once knew. He threw his arms around me,
And took me from the blue,
That knight in shining armour
All along was you. © 2010 Ryan Price & Phillip Callaghan
All right reserved. [Postscript: the art of poetry seems to have left me, if I even had it in the first place. This poem was jointly written with my good friend and collaborator, Phillip Callaghan, who inspired me to write again. We both wrote alternating verses; I started with the first verse, Phill followed and so on, and ended with the final verse, with a little help from Carol King in verse 7. It's not big art, but it's a step towards learning to write again... maybe. Ryan]
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