Modern Knights

By:  Dr E.W. Gordon

 

The padding was thick
As he pulled his arms through, the straps were reassuringly snug
Rippling his fingers, he felt the armour as it hugged every sinew
He had a great sense of occasion, everything matched as piece by piece he was suited
With each click he was fastened in
Little by little he prepared to advance
Boots followed legs
Gloves followed boots
Until only the helmet remained
Ornately decorated it slipped on and effortlessly fastened
Pulling down his visor
He looks back at is squire, tilting his head
Steps up to his steed
Swings his leg over and

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