The old stone knight sat still
he sat still on a private hill
passersby would nod in appreciation
but that could not hide their deviation
For on this hill, the old stone knight kept a stone
A stone that remained forever warm
A stone that could allow any family to prosper
The knight guarded the stone for without it, he would be no more
but without him, it too would be no more
The old stone knight was not truly old
He only had memory of the stone and the way it was needed
the moss drifted from his pike while he watched each one
He would always stare hard at the passersby
but would never attempt to harm them
His guarding was peaceful for the first twenty-five years
that was, until, a young maiden passed by with frazzled red hair
her eyes were of a hazel color and skin tanned for it was her descent
Her stroll by him caused her to stop
"Why do you stand there guarding the hill?" she asked.
"I have nothing other than this to do." He replied blatantly.
She continued her walking as normal
the knight turned to find his stone had disappeared
He searched the hill frantically and felt afeared
"You search for this?"
The knight's stone sat in the maiden's hands, reaching a red glow
"Might I have that? It is quite dear to me I shall have you know." The knight requested
The maiden approached the knight, without fear as others had before
placing the stone gingerly she walked away
The knight placed a single hand on the stone and found it to be cold and gray
he called for the maiden and when she returned at long last she sat near him
"Is it something you need stone knight?"
He handed her the stone and it warmed,
she placed it down and it cooled
A man approached from the east and grabbed the maiden by the arm
she waved a final goodbye and the knight, watched the stone crumble
The knight hit the ground as he lost strength, and soon, fumbled the weapon
A single tear fell from the knight's eye as he sat still for the final time
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PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
