My Maiden In Tower
Looking through barred window,
Held there long ago.
Distant time of honor,
When king was king.
Yet some were evil.
My fairest one captive;
So I mounted steed,
Riding to her rescue.
Driven forward by love;
Lady of no compare,
Heart filled with courage.
There waiting for me.
Hills rising and falling;
Hooves pounding muddy path,
Never stopping or relenting.
Traveling to greatest battle.
Her face guiding me;
Beacon in the dark,
True angel in waiting.
Feeding this soldier's resolve.
Lightning flashing in distance,
Thunder rolling over me.
Still, I ride on,
Her distress more deafening.
As morning sun rises,
Castle looms in view.
I lower my visor,
Her scarf around neck.
Knighted sword now unsheathed,
Wilkinson shield in hand.
My stallion breathing fire,
Galloping to my destiny.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
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