Keith Logan
Keith Logan
Jul 13, 2017

The Sacrifice

Poem Body

The sword was from its scabbard drawn
and thrust into the air.
The knight was now a foolish pawn
in taking up this dare.

He stood alone against a dragon
to save a pretty maid,
without suspecting aught was wrong,
the trap was so well laid.

The village knew it would not wait,
the monster had it's price.
The maiden purely used as bait,
the knight, the sacrifice.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: United Kingdom (Scotland), GBR

Favorite Poets: Robert Burns, Robert Lewis Stevenson, Kipling., I like things childish.

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Comments

weirdelf

the knights are easy bait. Try sacrificing a king or queen much harder.

A very well written piece, Keith.

S

I read this as the political parties putting candidates up for becoming the target of voters' rage......I'm likely wrong.....stan

brittle light

hey Keith

tight little chain of thought with no extraneous baubles hanging off of it which would have only snarled it, and dragged it down. It hung gracefully in its simplicity