Fast rode the knight
With spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword,
‘o save my lady!’

Fast rode the knight,
And leaped from saddle to war.
Men of steel flickered and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,

And the gold of the knight’s good banner
Still waved on a castle wall.
. . . . .
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
A horse
Dead at foot of castle wall.

For my friends Kourtney,Shannon,Nathasa,Jemma and Claire

By Joanne Thomas

On a full moon,
He howls all night long.
Soon, very soon,
He will sing his dark song.

He struggles up the mountainside,
Climbs up the stubborn rocks.
The last time, the way he cried,
Made birds fly away in flocks.

He reaches the top,
Looks out into the night.
Walks to the edge and stops,
Lifts his nose to the moonlight.

He takes a deep breath,
And howls his lovely song.
The song of life, the song of death,
The song that makes us strong.

By Kittie Chaos