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Image credits: Willow Manor@MagpieTales

A paragon of hope,
A knight of the first order
He eyed his prized trophies
hanging limp from crusty walls

The assortment of knives
that swore by so many lives
The swords and the shield
that told him never to yield

He dreamt of past victories
Of lands he conquered
Of the people he ruled
Of the force he radiated

But he now silently smiled
Wistful, yet so wild
As he lay on a creaking bed
Alone, forgotten and unfed

With a hazed look in his eye
He breathed his last…

**Posted for Magpie Tales (week 58)… Check it out and see what the other amazing poets/writers here had to say about this prompt.. **