Kingdom: XI- Pedagogue

Atop the hill he stood,

steadfast, immovable

revered by the castle

and the land beneath its spires

Bards spun tales of his skill,

his grace, and the wounds

that would lead him to his cave

He peers out from within

the rock face, motion slowed

by his fairweather gait

and looks beyond the hill

beyond a warrior’s pride

beyond the wildflowers

who would wither within

the disorder of the seasons

Through the marigolds,

a young man appears

valiance written

on his unburdened face

The withered knight

steps into the midday sun

to greet the hero seeking

his hard-earned wisdom