A knight, cursed and forgotten, is remembered |
In the quiet of an ancient wood At a long forgotten gate Of a once proud castle now in ruin A lone knight as sentry stands His sword held at the ready Frozen mid-swing He who was once a living man Now is no more that stone Trapped under a terrible curse By a fearsome enemy A relic of a long-ago war The knight remains at his post As the days pass into months And the months pass into years And the years pass then into centuries The day of his birth goes uncelebrated As lost to time as the stone knight With only sun, moon and stars And the gathering growth around him To mark the passage of time Even as the overgrowth slowly and surely Begins to retake the gate he guards And vines begin to crawl up his legs The knight still remains Until feet begin to tread Upon the lost and winding path To the fallen castle’s ruins Watched over by a single stone sentry A young prince comes upon the sight Long thought to be no more than legend The prince pulls the vines and weeds From the stone figure that stands before him As he clears the growth from the knight The prince greets the man before him And makes a solemn promise “Happy birthday to you my brother. You will never spend another birthday Locked away and forgotten. I will find a way to free you from this curse Before this day comes around again.” |