The Black Knight
On St. Valentine's Day
Quickly
ranting in a silent swirling pitch black 4 by 12 covenant. Then a
swirling shadow emerged to the right of my left shoulder. Coming closer, spin
radically --whistling
made their appearance to enchanting on baring. The
bright, but gleaming glare stretch as far as the eyes can behold. Scarcely
blowing back horse whips, or chariots of horses plowing through the heated sand
in the mist of a midnight glare. A streamline of dust clouds mounted the dark
skies, covering the moonlight from far above, which abandon the warning signs
of mischief that questions starts above.
While
feeling the cool mist, and freezing rain drops from steam streaming out of
nowhere. Questions of reality strikes the teary mind of a few, as the herds
settle, the dust meddles, and the stars return. You can now here chatter, music
-- and the sounds of adultery and mischief among the mysterious noise. As the
darkness now has light from a camp fire, and men baring nude with women of
children. And the sounds of whip against flesh heard nearby, with the smell of
blood from their broken bodies.
The
crew and their carriers, spoke:
"Sir,
what horrible covenant must this be, where men bed children women, and enslave
children men."
Finally
after years of silence the leader of this rebellion finally speaks, on this
mounting day; after witnessing this horrible feat.
"Those
aren't men, their thieves and for far to long we've heard stories about
pilgrims, stealing children, creating a
Monterey, while sending the pregnant; child baring youth back to their
villages."
The
leader of this army spoke louder.
"Men,
this is the fight, you have been preparing for-- this is Sir Lancelot."
Noises
of men screaming and chanting with a thunderous roar. As the captain spoke once
more.
"Remember
this day, fight with passion, since this will be the end of our children's
carnage. Kill only men of adult age, spear women, and free our people from
bondage. March on victory is ours, forward."
As
the army march forward, the men took arms, and vowed to protect their covenant.
A man, struck a solider, as war begun, children women ran for safety -- while
enslaved youth broke chains freeing them from bondage. Where they scattered
next to the women, watching soldiers kill men, who were thieves. When the
fighting was over one child spoke to the leader of this army?
"We
have been here since 8 dawns, and 7 falls of the sun, or sisters have been
raped, as we mind the fields. Who are you?"
The
leader of this army spoke once more.
"I'm
the legend that kings fear, the freedom men tear for, and a knight that can't
be beat. My return will mount your defeat since I'm the Black Knight."
More
on this story latter to come.....
Author's
note:
When
Omar Dyer created the pen-name TheFanNJ, what made TheFanNJ famous was his
short stories about The Black Knight. The Black Knight is a morh, who was born
from a princess of one kingdom and a First Knight turn
slave of another kingdom. He grew up in Bondage, and stroke his revenge on his
grand fathers -- since he wasn't the same as them, his pigment was
different. Omar Dyer vowed to tell his
creation of The Black Knight, and maybe in generations next, you'll know about
one kings' Black First Knight.
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