The Black Knight

Dark and lustrous
you wait
at King's Knight One
I gaze at you black armour
and eye your wyvern mount
suspiciously

You do not feel my stare
when you turn to the drake
and fly from my chessboard

Sir Knight
long ago I was mortally struck
I've forgotten
the vitality in simple things

tall treeforts
splashing through puddles
being walked by the dog
and running
just to see how far I could go

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