Knight (Monorhyme) Poem by Vega Destiny Star

In a heated war a knight.
Of a very tall height.
Was destined to fight.

Wielded a sword of a very great might.
Skills were so quite.
His armor of a silver so bright.

Battle tactics aren't so right.
He got wounded at night.
By a small magical sprite.

Saved by a mage in robes of white.
She used holy light.
What a miracle rite!

His scars were an awful sight.
Later he received a castle invite.
There is going to be a royal ball tonight.

Seeing the princess is his delight.
It is she the one in white! !
This tale so trite.