Row after row of hollow armour
Split in places and locked behind glass and key in others
Knights no longer in court to hear the constant thrum from the fight
No longer decked in their finery
Lethal battles with dragons long finished
Bodies stripped, survivors given a stay of execution at the time
If they were lucky
But all now ghosts
Echoes from time
Captured
In tales passed down through the centuries
Yet also still ‘alive’, trapped within
Row after row of hollow armour
The knights are spent with fighting dragons?
Nice one.
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Thanks, Col. Indeed, that battle was over eons ago.
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It is good to be impressed this way by relics of olden days. Heaven’s knows what people in the future will think of our electronic gadgetry!
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They’ll probably be baffled, Oldegg. None of it will work and all of the files that would have explained what it was used for would be stored on it, so they have no chance…
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Very nice.
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Thanks again, Eugenia.
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Excellent Tom.. Love these tales of Old.. 🙂
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So do I, Sue. Magical times.
And thank you.
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In days of old when Knights were bold and toilets were not invented,
They’d dig a hole in the middle of the road and sit there quite contented!!! 🙂
Hence ‘Pot holes’… 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Some of the pot holes out there today, Prenin, certainly make you want to ‘go’ if you go over them in just the wrong way! 😉
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