KNIGHT WITHOUT ARMOUR

Lying comatose

in twilight of consciousness

moon light filtering through

half parted curtains

cool breeze whisking away

slivers of sweat

From nowhere

a dark form looms above

in a flash the raised spear

strikes deep

searing hot steel finding

its undefended mark

thrust after thrust

after thrust

Writhing limbs

entangled in quest

for victory

immortal thirst to conquer

unrelenting unequal combat

as always Déjà vu of ecastasy,

Lo behold!

soaked in glistening sweat

the Knight felled by his own spear!

Spewing white blood!

so defenseless so

vulnerable.

My Knight without armour.