A LONE KNIGHT IN A LONG NIGHT
The knight was riding through the night.
He was alone, long was the ride.
He was the only who survived
in a bloody fight.
He rode and rode and in that ride
he didn't mind the people died,
their groans and cramps he left behind –
on the other side.
No hail, no sigh to hear all 'round.
There was the only horse to sound –
his crazy horse that hoofed the ground,
as if he was bound
to ride. But neither forced nor cared,
that tearing horse was no more scared
of the night too long, of the blood so red
since the knight was dead.