Fast Rode The Knight by Stephen Crane

Fast rode the knight

With spurs, hot and reeking,

Ever waving an eager sword,

“To 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.