All Hail! (Pen to Paper 17)

He laid his pen upon the paper

he could no longer fight

the city outside was falling

it would be dust before the night

His head he left it hanging

as he scanned through the graphite

orders he’d been given

to stand down quite forthright

What could he have done different

been more noble of a knight?

the King had certainly trusted him

and felt him a man of certain might

But with so many fires burning

could he possibly ignite

a flame within him larger

could he burn as bright?

He raised his head just slightly

Listening for the right

sign or sound to lead him

towards which choice was right

Just then a cry arose

a woman in a plight

her echo shattered through him

and he saw in black and white

That no man would evade him

and by sun or the torch light

he would defend the people

his castle would stand despite