A Knight Errant

[drowsy crescent]

(slight mentions of violence)

Of all, he says I am the best
The master who bids me goodbye,
His house's plate upon my breast
The eagle above me shall fly.

I served him well in all my years
Alas, for me, he has no need
For the old guard, who he now shears
And replaces them with new seeds.

A white horse I have been given
A sword and shield upon my back
Grain that has been freshly shriven
Is all I carry with my pack.

I wander now the world o'er
Fighting bandits for gold and coin
Afflicting them with death's torpor
Skinning them from chin to loin.

Will I find a new lord to serve
Or must I keep walking this road
Clearly, he must accept my nerve
Else eternally, I will rove.

[honest wraith]

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[drowsy crescent]

I was bored so I wrote a ballad

[golden kraken]

The ballad's steady rhythm and knightly imagery give it a classic, wandering-warrior melancholy, capturing the ache of a loyal guard dismissed and forced into a harsher life on the road. Two ways to strengthen it are smoothing the shift from noble service to graphic mercenary violence so the tone stays cohesive, and tightening a few lines so the emotional arc from duty to restless searching feels even clearer. Great Ballad though, Well Done~!

[drowsy crescent]

Thanks a lot, I don’t often edit my poems themselves but I will keep in mind for future ones