Stuart's poem

I stole this poem from my brother's blog because I like it and want to share it (and because I know he never reads my blog so will never know I took it...). Finding poetry difficult to write (except for silly stuff) I am even more impressed with the form and content of this.

Slowly
Go slowly, O knight, for beyond thy road
Lie deep shrouded shadows, yet to unfold
Like midnight's dark hour, when all we hold
Not silver of daylight, but hard and cold

Go slowly, O knight, take care lest thou fall
When fate's light shines dimly, or not at all
The higher thou climbest, the harder to crawl
When all is forgotten, stand on and stand tall

Go slowly, O knight, tread with great care
For all you've forsaken will be with thee there
Though deeds of thy glory may darkness repair
Naught that thou dost hides thee from despair

Go slowly, O knight, through tears and thorn
Whever thou goest, thou hearest the horn
They call thee to war, desolation forlorn
Ne'er to rest but fight through 'till the morn

Go slowly, O knight, take with thee thy fame
Whose eye is keen, yet still better his aim
Live your life now; know the end of this game
Giver of hope, know naught of great shame

Go slowly, O knight, great lance in thy hand
With thy sword bring good from evil demand
Though all else fail, yet surely thou must stand
Fight on to the end, fight on for thy land.
-S.J.P.