On the Edge of a Storm

Black Knight.

Riding on the edge of a storm
Lightning held between his fingers
Images turn to smoke only to reform
Thunders on and never lingers.

Charging lit by cosmic currents
Through the clouds and storming rain
Without hindrance or deterrents
Rides with courage, free of blame.

Black nights urge the rider on
His steed knows no boundaries
The quest is sealed and agreed upon
Hooves shod in ancient foundries.

The dappled light of dawn appears
The rider surges onward to
A destination of new frontiers
Emerging from the blue.

The black knight’s sword
Now drawn and ready
By the charter of unwritten accord
His steely arm, both swift and steady.

In one swift swath, he leaps aboard
His love swept into his arms
He then sheathes his mighty sword
Free from havoc, storms and harm.

©

David Rudder
2022

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