The Older Knight

The silent night inspire The tall firs inspire The tall oaks inspire The passages in Hastings Gardens Roaming inspire The older knight They march Around the town Come to the night march It be rare! In orders and battalions They March listless Throughout a deepening night Restless Hear the owl call: The night air bears Wisdom to it And speaks The wise owl Hedgehogs, lizards, Squirrels, ants and Cockroaches, insects And wild rabbits All From their hiding home They came To march this night. Midnight has struck! See! The waters leap Around the fort Of shadows and changing Colors It be night not dawn! A hedgehog on a bastion wall With a loud hailer round and Round Strikes out the marching orders Hammers sound. An old grey Figure bent and Crown of thorns On head Grey becoming Black In the silhouette Walks pained And solitary. These Things Their Ilk Make Old Breath Dream And Age Less Old. If you subtract these things from life pray what remains?