The Knight
The knight doth mount his weary steed
With broken lance and rusty blade.
Seeking one who must be freed
And hasting fly unto her aid.
Tho' battered sore may be his helm
And dusty be his raiment,
No foe can ever overwhelm,
Nor e’er ask he for payment.
He seeks alone to right the wrongs
Committed ever on the weak.
Pursues not glory, needs no songs,
Never fleeting fame doth seek.
Arriving like a wandering wraith,
So likewise now he questing goes,
In Dulcinea ’bides his faith,
Upon her all his heart bestows.
So though his path is ever long,
Neath burning sun or frosty night,
Upon his lips doth dwell the song
Of hope to stand up for the right.
And dusty be his raiment,
No foe can ever overwhelm,
Nor e’er ask he for payment.
He seeks alone to right the wrongs
Committed ever on the weak.
Pursues not glory, needs no songs,
Never fleeting fame doth seek.
Arriving like a wandering wraith,
So likewise now he questing goes,
In Dulcinea ’bides his faith,
Upon her all his heart bestows.
So though his path is ever long,
Neath burning sun or frosty night,
Upon his lips doth dwell the song
Of hope to stand up for the right.
Hi! I’m Eloise, a digital artist passionate about visual storytelling. I just read your story and was completely pulled in the emotion, the world, the characters it all played out in my head like a comic.
I’d love to collaborate on adapting a scene into a short comic! I focus on expressive characters and impactful layouts, and I think we could create something really special together. I charge reasonably and am happy to share samples of my work if you're curious.
No pressure just wanted to say how much I loved your writing and share the idea. Feel free to reach out on
instgarm: eloi.se78319