Long ago when lights were dim
His wounded father read to him
About a knight, a dragon too,
A damsel fair. What would he do?
He realized himself the rest.
This was the call to knightly quest.
With youthfulness and strength of voice
He spoke with wisdom of his choice
Then rose at dawn just like the sun
And fought the dragon till he won
And brought the damsel safely home.
He brought the damsel safely home.
I’ve touched the wounds upon his face.
I’ve watched him walk without disgrace.
Now he reads that tale to me.
Another damsel would be free.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme to take a quote from Kafka and write a children’s poem inspired by it. Hopefully the above poem fits this quote:
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.”Franz Kafka from Letter To Oskar Pollak