The Poor Knight

The lionly Mouse

 (an original poem concerning Prince Myshkin in Fyodor M. Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot)

Can one march into Victory

with the soul of this poor knight;

will one stand in grand blasphemy

 or have a superfluously joyous night?

The battlefield is filled with creatures

each one with ready to kill claws

all innocent fall in painful seizures

while the monsters strike at all flaws.

And alone our poor mously knight stands

in the cloudy midst of the bloody sands

wrapped in bright white and purple armour

dancing among tigers like a dove with glamour.

Suddenly with the sharpest sword there appears

a beauty with no armour but a shining red dress

and our poor lionly knight towards her steers

as he falls passionately into her sensual caress.

The crying battlefield keeps alive with striking swords

still more magnanimousler beasts and heavenlier beauties

they all fight ravenously around the poor knight as he roars

filled with insurmountable pity towards all he thinks rubies.

In the end with this thought our poor mously knight

without drawing his sword, the Pitiful’s feet he kisses

Yet at the smell of danger this same poor lionly knight

Will stand next to the Pitiful as his armour glistens.

Thus:

Can one march into Victory

With the soul of this poor knight?

will one stand in grand blasphemy

 or have a superfluously joyous night?