Knights of the round table.
Everyone fears and respects them.
Valiant are their actions,
Injustice they silence with steel swords.
No one questions their authority.
Many of them are corrupt though.
Illusions haunt their very souls,
Carnage clouds their minds.
Hungry for power, they continue their quest.
All must fall to their blades.
Endless bloodshed continues.
Lost is their virtue and reason.
How many lives does it take for them to
Understand that they are wrong?
Righteous man or sinner?
One is easily blinded by desire.
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I wrote this for my poetry class. I really like this one.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
