The Dark Knight Poem by Merle Steinmann

Out of the mist and darkness he comes

I smell the sweat
I hear the rattle of armor
The thunder of the horse hooves
The ring of the metal shoes on rock

I cannot see his eyes
His intent

There is only form
And sound

Louder and louder

There is no color

He reins hard to his left
Missing me by inches
The lather from the horse
Slaps across my face

The lance remains sheathed

I fear him

He will be back
I do not know the time
The place

He decides

He gives me not a glance

This time