The Silver Knight's Story
What is this echo?
Perhaps Silver Knight's shimmer?
Sword unsheathed flashing?
A soft whispered tale
Barely placeable in words
Yet still somehow scribed
If all words must be
Sword slices architecture
To balance missteps
To keep surface calm
Beneath/Above waterfall written
But ripples now form
What do they herald?
Limit smoothly approaching?
Unavoidably?
I would hardly know
Have hardly known all this time
But river still flows
And we float with it
My mind active to this day
Does flurry now flag?
So narratives slip
Tendrils uncut taking root
Then seen/felt all at once?
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