By Fabrice B. Poussin
Ice flows through the veins of the lost knight
dressed in a steel armor melting under the heat
of wars never-ending.
He sees the damsel upon the inside visor
crushed within the metal as a prison
fearing it is too late.
Never will he abandon the quest
ignorant of the perils laid upon the road
until a final gasp from the tired breast.
Upon the form of eternal hillsides
to the deep valleys lush with endless hope
he senses the warmth of another life.
Guided by messages carved on wall of galaxies
he needs no other sign to lead his weary steps
to the prize in Avalon.
There is no need for ever-after to this warrior
for he will be content to die on the threshold of her domain
when she simply fells the rampart solely for him.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and dozens of other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review, and other publications.