Written when the mission was just existing in life, and this came to mind. Not sure now, of the exact reason of what the intent was; to make a point perhaps. Do people look at life this way, as I did so many years ago? It is a wonder I did not succumb to a downward trend and end up like the knight.
Knight Slayed 2018-73
Upon the mighty steed he went
looking forward, toward the fight.
Dressed in shining white he traveled,
to hunt, to make the dragon bleed.
With good intentions and mind naïve
a promise to save mankind, at least.
The people cheered and rallied him on,
to stay the course toward the beast.
He told them all he would not fail,
or fall from favor to them all.
His goal was honorable, or so it seemed,
the mission not quite the Holy Grail.
Truth shall win he yelled, so let us begin,
as he charged toward the fray.
A moments respite then the battle was begun,
no fun, but fair, he thought he knew.
A parry here, a jab there, a start;
a two-way beginning of a witches brew.
No magic Merlin to help his cause,
only him to combat the brute.
In a second of time, an infinity to some,
the knight lay withered on the ground.
The dragon reared upon his legs, looked down,
and sneered at the puny form of man.
“How dare you fight the master of life;
the system always wins.”
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