Poems from The Armada
The fiery beast falls, slain by the (k)night,
His flame breath extinguished in the cool air
As darkness engulfs the diminished light
And...
Sword in hand, the knight storms into the fortress.
Swinging his blade, he strikes fear into his foes,
Slaughtering them, savoring each of...
Three hundred sixty-five days in a year,
But all but one are truly un-birthdays.
Days not to celebrate births, but appraise
Life,...
With great haste, the dark knight captures his foe
Threat’ning the king, who’s turned white as a ghost.
He escapes, but His luck is now...