Authors comment: This poem is one about how many things are smiliar, in this case Night (in this case the moon is more what I aimed for), and Knight(s). Well, good knights, of course.
Knight has fallen,
Off one of his steeds.
Out of the sky,
And into the weeds.
He lifts himself up,
Pulling his weight.
And back to the sky,
When time is of late.
He is a knight of the light,
a perilous soul.
And an agent 'gainst dark,
In time of parole.
When evils afoot,
He leads the way.
With fist, and force,
Up right until day.
So up-up, he goes,
Back up on his horse.
Back up to the sky,
Yet show's no remorse.
The deeds he has done,
A fall and then climb.
When darkness night brings,
It's light shining time.
