Posted on Wednesday, October 31 @ 23:35:01 EDT

"Poetry: Knights of the Round Table" by Thunder



Though the table was round, no one sad at the head
Tab was the ruler of the kingdom, or so it is said
She was graceful and talented and had a kind heart
and to ask for comments in the shout box, wasn't too smart.
She was polite in her manner and would tell you so
"Ask again for those comments, your membership will go."

There were other's that sat at this table so dear
Katie, the poet of dark painful words to bare
She had trouble relating to love and such things
But you could tell in her heart, to love is to sing

Sir Drew always sat with a pen and paper in hand,
sitting at the pub observing his land
He wrote of the stapler, he wrote about love,
he wrote about everything at that pub!
He tried different words, he tried different styles
the writings he posted, could stretch for a mile.

Sir Madatoch what a wonderful Knight
To be with his true love, was his only plight
He created visions for all us to see
Of what a true love could really be
His comments were as sincere as his writes
He touched many souls with his wonderful sights.

Sir Paul, now what can I say about him
He's the rusty old knight, his armor made out of tin
He believes in the soul mate, his one and only love
The woman sent for him, straight from above.
He knows that she is out there, even knows her name
To him to protect her is no kind of game.

Sir Aliensoul or Sir Rob to me
Looking for the Lodestar to guide him to destiny
He was always a teacher, went out on the limb
teaching us to think outside the box, write on a whim
His heart was so vibrant, it was clear to see
He loved with compassion, his heart was so free.

I look at the round table, with history fading away
and I wonder with tears, what do these Knights do today.
Their words and their writes touch me in such ways
That I can sit and wonder, why didn't they stay.


(10/15/07)

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