A poem on knighthood

By Abhiroop kaur mann 

 Amidst the rolling hills and fields of green,

A noble, chivalrous knight is often seen,

With a sword in hand and armor of steel,

He rides with honor and steadfast zeal.

At break of dawn, he dons his shining armor,

His heart as full as his coat-of-arms,

He rides to defend and protect with all his might,

To uphold justice and bring light to the night.

His courage and valor are a sight to behold,

As he wields his sword, steadfast and bold,

His honor and loyalty are his guiding force,

As he charges into battle with unyielding course.

The knight's code of chivalry, a noble creed,

Of honor, honesty, and valor indeed,

Of compassion and mercy, as much as strength,

A vow to defend and protect to great length.

With the sun setting on the battlefield,

The knight stands victorious, having never yield,

His sword shines brightly, the emblem of his might,

His knighthood a symbol of valor and right.

So let us honor and raise a toast,

To the knights of old and those we toast,

May their ideals and valor never be lost,

In this ever-changing and fleeting time embossed.