179 posts
  • prishan 5w

    It was a hopeless night
    For a fallen knight
    She was starring at the dark sky
    With a teary eye.

    With the passage of time
    She heard a chime.
    It was just a message tone
    Yet her eyes shone.

    The screen brightened with his hello
    And her face with a glow.
    Just like the stars that light the night sky
    He lights her world and breathes life into her dying hopes.

  • sitstillinthecarplease 6w


    Sail across the plain,
    do skirmish with lofty foes;
    the windmills turning.

    Shelter from the rain:
    is it madness or my woes
    that I'm adjourning?

    Through cascading grain
    where the bobal vineyard grows,
    autumn returning.

    Sail across the mane,
    do battle on old plateaux;
    the windmills turning.

  • mandah88 6w

    My Savior

    I have not met you but I see you each night in my dreams. I know someday I will be with you, you're the only thing that can console my screams. Your beautiful face relieves me nightly from my awful nightmares. Just in the nick of time, you are always there. I wonder if this is some sort of special revelation... Sent to let me know that you're my real life salvation? I am still unaware the meaning of it all, I just know that you'll be there to catch me when I fall. You are the one who is sent to come and rescue me. And for that I owe you my love throughout all of eternity.

  • danie_af 14w

    God Spede You

    What ho, my brave and chivalrous knight.
    When thou trusty steed, Honda White,
    arrives thy home from thou noble journey to finance.
    Pray thee, remove thou sweat pants.
    The eighth hour is the hour of romance.
    God spede you, to unsheath and dawn thy sword.
    By my troth, I desire to fie upon thee, my lord.
    Well into the twelfth hour, my peerless paramour.
    Then once or twice or thrice times more.
    I shall say Gramercy good sir, it’s been an honour being serviced by you.
    Then we shall go to siege and couch a hogshead.
    Meaning to go to the outhouse and to head to bed.


  • brightseekinglight 15w

    My Knight

    I am in search of my knight
    Need not be in shining armor
    As long as you save me
    Save me from this abyss

    I see a bright spark
    A light from the corner
    Nearing and gearing to lift me
    To save me from this trauma

    I am alive, I am safe, I stand, I stride
    I turn to thank and see none around
    Is it the armor that's shining?
    On lowering my gaze
    I see my heart pounding and glowing
    I stand and stride
    Bright and Proud!


  • nbt1999 16w

    Knight in not so Shining Armor

    Written on: 04.03.22. 1:35pm

    A knight in shining armor
    Is what many women dream of,
    Something very common in fairy tales.
    A hero who sweeps away the princess,
    The young maiden
    From the clutches of villains,
    The evil forces.
    Does such a knight in shining armor really exist?
    Did he ever exist?
    A strong knight,
    Going through all adversaries
    Fighting the enemies,
    Fighting through the rain and storm,
    Would he even have a shining armor left to behold?
    His armor would be riddled with
    Scratches, dirt and blood,
    Just like his face.
    A true knight can never be found,
    In a perfect, clean and pristine condition.
    He would not have fair skin,
    Nor an unscathed body.
    He would not be very friendly
    Instead he would give off an unapproachable vibe.
    As he would always need to be wary
    Of his enemies lurking in the shadows,
    Not knowing their appearance.
    He would be like a rose,
    Surrounded by thorns.
    Only someone who is not afraid of hardships
    Of being riddled with scars from the thorns
    Would ever be able to get close to him,
    To earn his trust and his affection.
    A fair and frail maiden,
    Without any tough bone in her,
    Can never make such a true knight hers.
    A true knight, who is without a shining armor
    Is very difficult to find,
    Even more difficult to love
    And most difficult to get close to.

  • spontaneous_flow_of_emotion 24w

    Don't wait for a knight in shining armour,
    Be that knight in shining armour.

  • the_lost_me 27w

    Don't fall for the moon,
    If you are not the sun.

  • beensn 40w

    Engineers day

    Karnataka's pride and paradise,
    Raja's forethought and sacrifice.
    Summer crops life,
    The KRS dam takes away farmers grief.
    Sir MV, the 19th Diwan of Mysore,
    One of the renowned civil engineer.
    The chief architect of the KRS project,
    Has a number of awards and honours to his credit.
    Recipient of Bharat Ratna, the highest civilian honour,
    Was knighted as a Knight Commander.
    His birthday is celebrated as the day of engineers,
    Not only in India, but also in Srilanka, Tanzania and other countries.

  • lunarwolf 57w

    Another part to Battle For You

    A Knight's Reflection

    Time has gone by
    yet I still be awakened by the blood moon in the sky
    oh how you have transformed my world
    with the battles I fought to try to save your world
    blood now lay still on my hands
    from swinging my sword trying to slay your demons
    another gloomy silent night
    as I reflect upon once being your knight

    The sounds of war still rings in my ears
    fighting while you cowered in fear
    yet you put on airs as if you're a worthy queen
    telling truths that I now know are fables
    of other kingdoms who made you a victim
    I gripped my sword with such conviction
    that my sword and my hand became best friends
    Oh how I was fooled by you
    as I reflect in these waters of truth

    I'm still recovering from wounds
    for no healer upon the lands can heal me from you
    so I let the stars twinkle as my guides
    while my tainted hands will never be purified
    the darkness awaits as I venture through it
    giving my honest thanks to the waters of truth
    they say there's no rest for the wicked
    so here's the tale of a restless knight's musings

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #knight #reflection #redemption #truth #wanderer #regret

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    A Knight's Reflection

    This pool of water revealed my inner nature while reminding me of your true nature

  • irenic_gyal 63w

    They bloom under the dark shadow.
    Inhaling hatred and suffocation in them.
    Brutal behaviour were taught to them, but by the end they fix those devasted pieces that they had destroy.
    They goes to the shallow under a dark sky searching for the star for brightest shine.
    Within an unknowing step they didn't know the star was just growing inside them between their heart.
    They weren't cruel even thought they were taught to.
    Sparkle bloom when they judge what's right and wrong to.
    Became people's shield by protecting them from bloody hue.
    As they were no one but the knights of our Kingdom.

    #knight #warrior #protector

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    Under that dark, there was a bright developing shield

  • abidingvictor 64w

    Bloody Knight
    Rode a mule
    Sturdy dude
    To joust
    The Evil Knight
    Bore the cross
    Step by step
    Up the skull hill
    The Crucifixion
    Was coronation
    Bloody Knight
    Took the fall
    Rose a King

    #bloody #knight #rose #king

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    Bloody Knight


  • shamli_mali 67w

    Knight in shining armors no longer arrive in shining armors and riding horseback
    They now arrive as a friend who is always there for you

    We no longer see them as just soulmates
    We also call them friends

    That's a good update after all these years!!


  • puranidiary 80w

    All my life

    All my life I've looked at words as rhyme of all life jingles
    Luminous of my dark kingdom as those stars twinkle
    Coated with concealed pain expressing all giggles
    Washing down past taints like those fresh sprinkle
    Pouring my inert sensation just like brook flows
    Comforting my bleeding heart as the zephyr blows
    Illustrating my life illusions all sweet and fray
    Disclosing through eyes which lips fail to say
    And Scribbled letters,the Swords of my all fights
    All my life I've looked at words as my knight

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  • simoneheinis 91w

    The lone figure approached the castle walls cautiously. The kingdom had recently been sieged, so the air was eerily quiet but for the sound of leaves blowing carelessly by his feet. His sword drawn, he was taking no chances. The man he was after, a pathetic excuse of a human responsible for the death of many, was likely dead himself. But he had to be sure. He didn't want his journey across the The Seas of Origin and the rarely-crossed swamplands of the Dead Plain, only traversed by the extremely brave or the extremely stupid, to be in vain. He scanned his surroundings, his trained eyes angling to pick up any signs of movement. The spring breeze blew gently against the taut muscles of his arms, tense as he gripped his sword, expecting men from the fallen town to jump him at any moment. Despite being where he grew up, the sight of the familiar buildings being burnt remnants of their former selves stirred up no feelings of sorrow or grief. He himself had nothing to do with the siege, but since he was a man of unknown origins around these parts, the townspeople didn't know that. He entered the castle gates met with no resistance. The man he was looking for, going by the name of Urloch, was part of the King's group of courtiers. He weasled his way to the top, garnering credibility and the royal family's favour despite being a man of very little honour. It was him who was responsible for his family's exile, and the eventual slow, bloody death of everybody he knew. As a child, the lone warrior was rescued by a kind man named Alinarr and taken far away, across the Seas of Origin to the town of Ern. He was presumed dead by Urloch and his band of assassins. His whole life, hidden by a shield of anonymity, he was only known as Shasinn, meaning young boy in the Old Tongue. His life had been a series of lucky breaks, and Alinarr would always say it's because he had the favour of Ghorosh, the ancient patriarch of a pre-existing, primordial faith; the faith of the Old Ones. "He's real, even if the world no longer believes, no longer listens, no longer cares. It matters not to a god." Alinarr is a believer of the old ways, and instilled in him the ancient traditions of the Aishro, the warrior's rites. The old ways are no longer followed by modern society, but still deeply respected, especially among the impoverished ranks of the common folk. Shasinn stood still just outside the castle, listening hard for any signs of life. The castle lacked a moat, and the portcullis had been dealt with, most likely by a ram or cannon fire, as there was little left of it. The solid oaken doors beyond the remains of the portcullis were slightly ajar. Shasinn lowered his sword and kicked one of the doors, which swung open heavily, creaking ominously. Urloch was a coward, and was likely in hiding somewhere deep inside the castle. Shasinn knew of an escape route below the castle leading out into the nearby forest, it's standard protocol that in the case of a castle breach, the royal family as well as their personal guard were permitted to use the hidden escape route but no one else, not even the royal advisors. It is possible however, that Urloch could've lost his nerve after the castle was breached, and utilised the underground tunnels to escape himself. This was more than likely the case but Shasinn was not one to leave behind loose ends, and would comb the entire castle in search of Urloch. The reason for the attack on the kingdom was unknown to Shasinn, but there was so far no one he'd seen alive. That doesn't mean that the castle was completely void of the living, however, or that the attackers were long gone. Parts of the town were still on fire, and bodies still warm. Shasinn knew he had to keep his wits about him during his search, the castle being anything but safe. Shasinn was a dangerous man, and looked it, but he knew that if he were jumped by 10 men he'd not stand a chance. He was hoping that the castle would be largely abandoned after the royal family had fled, the attackers making off with any captors, the most likely assailants being a well-armed nomadic tribe with powerful allies. Those that Shasinn knew of had no known allegiance to royal houses and were lawless and violent, adhering to no authority. The allies of such a group would pose more of a threat, likely calm and calculated, an agenda hidden by the actions of the kingless tribe. Shasinn hoped they had gotten what they came for, leaving him alone to his mission. He would carefully search the castle, using his knowledge to its full advantage, only leaving once he was sure it did not contain Urloch. He was also hoping to find possible clues as to his whereabouts if he failed to find him. Shasinn scanned the room, observing the lobby, the tall arching ceiling and the famous twin staircases. The grandeur of the castle's architecture still stood proud against the scattered debris of the furniture. All was still in the room but a small whirlwind of dust, twigs and leaves, playing on the ripped carpet. When he was satisfied no one was in the room with him, Shasinn proceeded to climb the stairs. They were made of granite as black as midnight, and made no sound underneath his weight. He arrived on the landing and looked behind him at the ground floor. He seemed be alone. He took a deep breath as his anxiety began to get to him. He started forward again, planning to begin his search in the advisors quarters. I highly doubt he's here, Shasinn thought to himself. This whole thing might've been a waste of time, as well as possibly putting himself in harm's way. He looked inside the advisors' and servants' quarters, as well as the king's chambers. All he found was a cat, who purred as he approached. Shasinn sheathed his sword, knelt down and stuck out his hand.
    "Here girl," he said softly. "It's alright, the danger has passed now."
    The cat purred louder and rubbed its head against the chair leg, eyeing Shasinn flirtatiously. She advanced towards him, headbutting his hand and he petted her gently.
    "Oh how SWEET! Not as edgy as ya look then, eh?"
    Shasinn spun around and withdrew his sword, sending the cat flying under a nearby bed, yowling in annoyance.
    "Oh oh okay, easy now, easy now!"
    Shasinn grabbed a hold of the man and pinned him against the wall before he even got a decent look at him.
    "Where is the man known as Urloch?" demanded Shasinn.
    "U-uh although I really do like the appearance of your face, it's particularly nice close up by the way heh, but I would rather prefer it if you place me down, yeah? If you please... I am of no threat to you, trust me."
    Shasinn, sensing he was telling the truth, proceeded to put the man down.
    "Thank you, that's a great deal better." He sighed.
    The man was short and rather portly, no younger than 50. He wore a blue tunic and white cotton socks, with pink slippers.
    Looking self-conscious, he nervously explained "I do apologise, I am dressed in my nightwear. We were attacked a little after dawn this morn, all I could do was hide!" He sighed dramatically.
    "Very well. I've put you down, now answer my question please. Where is Urloch?"
    The man regarded him carefully, tapping his face lightly with his fingers.
    "My that accent is positively delicious!" He finally said. "As for your question, I don't know! Off with the rest, I expect. As soon as they chopped down those gates, everyone lost their minds and fled."
    "Is there anyone else in the castle with us?"
    "Well, um..."
    As he trailed off, a creak could be heard from outside the door. Shasinn readied his sword as a deep, menacing growl echoed around the halls and high ceilings.

    #fantasy #story #warrior #knight #art #castle #smheinis

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @sanjay_writes @darkblackcoffee @shadowsideofmira @beensn

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    The Lone Warrior

    Just a little something I started tonight, was going to be a short story but is turning into something else!!! Please enjoy. (Story in caption)
    This piece dedicated to my first followers, thank you guys!

  • tammy_cvb 93w

    Heedless desire

    Oh stay my knight,
    Spare this maiden from the clutches of lonesome night and dreadful morn,
    Take me to Paradise I heard so often of,
    Hold me tight and kiss me whole.

    Sing me lullabies as I sleep like a babe,
    Wrapped in nothing but your arms,
    Caress me gently and whisper to me,
    Of sweet nothings and false hope,
    For in the morrow you will be gone again.

    Let me have this night to quench my desire,
    Come morning you will be her's again,
    Fulfill this selfish wish of this maiden
    who has everything but has nothing,
    Grant me this decade long wish,
    For it will be the last thing that I will wish.

  • bluemoonlight44 93w


    I've been a knight
    for kingdoms all my life
    I'm a warrior I fight
    in fantasy and reality
    I will collect my victories

    © Bluemoonlight44

  • anamikadas07 93w

    Find a man, who can 'spend time' and 'invest money' for you. Not the opposite.

  • james_taumas 99w

    Troll and Knight

    Memories beckon me home
    Weary knight from questing
    Come across a bridge
    Green behemoth stands guard
    Stained club in hand
    Silver for the toll
    I answer with steel
    His heads falls
    Spot a hut nearby
    Hear his children weeping
    I ride on.