Death of the Black Knight

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Submitted: June 08, 2017

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The nightmares catalyze my insomnia,

Waking up in the middle of the night with her gone...

Her side of the bed is ice cold,

Wondering if she will return this dawn...

 

I lean up in my bed,

Put my face inside my weary hand...

Memories of us together haunt me,

This perpetual pain is too much for me to stand...

 

I glance over at my battered sword,

It's beaten and dull from me fighting for her...

The blade so jagged it could hardly kill,

The thoughts of them in his bed begin to stir...

 

I notice my worn down shield,

It has defended against so many attacks...

Now it just lies here useless and unmanned,

A noble fighter to uphold it is what it lacks...

 

My helmet lays next to it,

Cut and slashed from this exhausting war...

I raise my gauntlets to heaven itself,

God, Is this what you have me fighting for?

 

Ever since he stepped foot into our lives,

She has not been the same...

Lies flutter past her loose lips,

The beginning of a dangerous flame...

 

Assuring me of nothing to show concern,

She continues entering his chamber...

The Black Knight continues to manipulate,

Now it seems she needs a savior...

 

In that dark tower she waits,

Nothing more to him than his slave...

A different fire burns in my eyes,

Killling him is the only thing I crave...

 

The wind howls through my window,

I close my eyes to breathe it in...

My fists begin to tighten with anticipation,

Time to bring his life to an end...

 

No more sulking in sorrow,

No more hiding in shame...

I will now challenge this 'Black Knight',

For she is mine alone to claim...

 

I don't know which motivates me more,

My love for her, or my hatred for him...

I want to win her bnack to this marriage,

But my focus is ripping him apart limb by limb...

 

I finally pick up my sword,

It is heavier than I am used to...

Nonetheless, time to forge it back to being battle ready,

I sharpen it until the blade is like new...

 

I wearily pick up my shield,

I run my fingers over that sacred cross...

I can feel the dents from war,

I am ready to fight, no matter the cost...

 

Lastly, I pick up my helmet,

I can almost smell his blood from here...

Not taking my eyes off that tower,

My next objective is extremely clear...

 

I ready my steed for my journey,

Onward I ride to meet him on the field...

This monster inside me wants to be released,

I am ready for his head to be on my shield...

 

The ride to meet him is difficult,

The blood boiling inside my veins...

This stallion gallups with anticipation,

My knuckles tightening as I grip the reins...

 

I continue to question myself,

Is she even worth this?

Killing him in order to gain what?

Giving her ultimate forgiveness?

 

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of revenge,

I will fear no man except the one in the mirror...

My heart beats to the rythym of utter destruction,

As the destination of his death draws nearer...

 

The tower where she lays is within earshot...

I can hear the weeping of my bride...

Today, I will either die on this forbidden ground,

Or I will leave here with her by my side...

 

I see an old familiar figure lean out the tower,

She can see me approaching for the rescue...

Fear falls upon her face,

For she didn't know that I knew...

 

I make no triumphant entry,

I make a subtle arrival to fight...

Slaughtering this beast with my own hands,

Will be well within my right...

 

As I march into his territory,

I come to a slow and steady halt...

Now I begin to wonder,

If losing her to him is all my fault...

 

I stand on this ground...waiting,

I await for this coward to show...

How could she sleep with such scum?

How could she fall this low?

 

The Black Knight rides onto the field,

Cautiously approaching the battle ground...

My lady riding behind him on saddle,

Now we are ready to fight this round...

 

I can see the look on her face,

She can hardly look me in the eye...

His smile resembles his arrogance,

I hope they said their last goodbye...

 

I am first to step off the stallion,

Showing him I am prepared to start...

Although I fight with a ready mind,

I will also battle with a broken heart...

 

He now steps off his high horse,

We stare at each other in battle stance...

I have prepared myself for this moment,

To my wife I take one... last... glance...

 

We both draw our swords,

I can see his is bigger than mine...

Although my ego may be crushed,

I now have to leave that thought behind...

 

We start to circle one another,

My breath trembling like the sound of war...

When he starts to make his move,

I will put him in the ground forevermore...

 

He goes to swing his blade,

But I counter to quickly...

Now it is my chance to strike!

But I must do so swiftly...

 

My opportunity waits me now,

I swing my sword towards his chest...

But he blocks me with sudden force,

To beat this foe I must give my best...

 

Squaring away we are back face to face,

I notice his shield bears the Eastern Star...

It truly is God's soldier against Satan's,

Maybe this Masonic Demon can fight up to par...

 

Whiel he has ice pumping through his heart,

I have fire flowing through my viens...

As we both come at each other again,

The fear I have inside me now drains...

 

Almost as if it were slow motion,

I duck from the attempted slice from his blade...

With one swing I knock him to the dirt,

Now would be a good time for him to be afraid...

 

I rise to my feet with confidence,

I step over his Satanic shield...

He doesn't move from the ground,

I must now expect him to yield...

 

As I approach his lifeless body,

I start to walk towards his sword...

But this bastard wasn't dead yet,

I suddenly feel his dagger pierce my spinal cord...

 

As I scream in excruciating pain,

I'm not sure how to react...

I kick him back down from where he lay,

While trying to keep my wits in tact...

 

The thoughts of him with her flood my head,

Anger and hatred possess every fiber of my being...

I now see the fear in his eyes,

A sight I never imagined could be so freeing...

 

As he lay on his back... motionless,

He knows what thi next moment brings...

I finally get to bring eternal hellfire to his soul,

The price he pays for playing my wife's heartstrings...

 

I take up my sword one last time,

This is the moment I prayed for...

I look at him with the look of vengeance,

The desire of taking his life shakes me at the core...

 

I take time to enjoy his last moments,

My foot presses his chest into the ground...

I literally watch the life start to leave his eyes,

I listen as Hell's Bells make that glorious sound...

 

I lift my sword up into the cold, deadly air,

Ready to pierce it into his ice filled heart...

I need to make him pay his due,

For ripping her and I so far apart...

 

I close my eyes... here comes the moment,

I thrust down with all my might...

I could hear the blade slice straight into the ground,

My bride watching him go must be a wonderful sight...

 

I pull up my blade, slowly,

I look down at this now scared little boy...

He finally opens his eyes,

Not knowing whether to feel death...or joy...

 

I take my foot off his chest,

Niether of us exchange a word...

He notices the lack of blood on my sword,

The simple sound of life was all he heard...

 

I back away from him,

With a painful limp, I walk back to my bride...

She warmly embraces me with a smile,

I place her on my stallion with shining pride...

 

He was still laying there, watching,

A man who deserves death with now live...

She was still sitting there, crying,

A woman who deserves shame I will now forgive...

 

Unlike this Black Knight,

I am a man of principle and honor...

Not once did I plan on killing him,

Despite all the hell he put on her...

 

Exhausted and injured I climb upon my steed,

My lady grips my waist as I grab the reins...

Tonight, she will be mine again,

She ended up being worth all these blood stains...

 

Forever will this knife be stuck in my back,

But now my bride rides with me out of sight...

Now he fades away into a distant memory,

For truly, this was the Death of the Black Knight...

 


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