Knight 3
The Knight – Repentant
So many dreams of greatness,
So much pride, – the quest, my
Badge of honour, worn jauntily.
Of all the battles won, obstacles
Overcome – this last, the swamp
Of knowledge, cost mightily.
Here I learned at last that winning
Cannot matter – the journey is
The prize, I failed miserably.
All the lessons I rejected
The repercussions I ignored
Trap me now, unrelenting.
At last I understand that
My bravery was foolhardiness;
My courtesy mere pandering;
My gallantry was lustfulness;
My honour – ostentation
And now I pay the price.
My limbs can’t fight the quicksand
Of squandered opportunity
And so I die…silently.
Sally J Blackmore's Blog 
The poem so fitting to the picture, powerful and deeply moving.
thank you Sandra. I found the sculpture very poignant.
oh, very nice…facing that last battle he finds himself mired in the sands…mmm….makes me think of more personal battlefields men die on…
Thanks for reading it…as you say we carry the seeds of our own discontent, if not destruction. Oh dear…how gloomy
I want to offer him a hand out of that quagmire. Poor dab!
aah, but He’d hate himself too much to take it!
well done !!
Well thank you for that, and for reading and commenting.