She lay among the wreckage
of battles fought and won,
Abandoned by the errant knight
she’d met when she was young
Though smoke still thick from burning,
the air began to clear
A shaft of sunlight pierced the dark,
the sound of shouts drew near
A horse approached with man astride,
then dismounting to land
Tall and proud, he gazed at her,
leaned down and took her hand.
(December 31, 2017)
Candid Corvid Productions 