A knight errant travels on his way,
way leading towards a dragon to slay;
slay he would with every bit of his skill,
skill written of through the ink and quill.
Quill, which could record his every deed,
deed depicting a knight on his steed;
steed carrying him into the battle,
battle to cause the ground to rattle,
rattle with the sound of victory,
victory mandating true glory;
glory, as the knight wins his princess fair,
fair of face with long golden hair.
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Author Notes
Thanks goes out to memephotos for use of this splendid picture! As you can see this piece was merely written in fun, as the rhyming lines are off of what they would be in a true loop poem.
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