A Fallen Knight

"I cannot dream," I told him,
and I sighed with glum acceptance.
But he goaded me and prodded me
And finally, relentless,

He convinced me to attempt a dream,
a thing of flight and fancy--
Instead a clever coded vision
was what the gods had sent me.

The lights came up,
the sound, abrupt,
burst into the air.
All around me cheers and cries
came clashing, crashing loud and clear.

I saw two knights
(themselves a sight:
one silver, one was bronze)
armor gleaming, 'stride their horses
valiant on the lawn.

I stood upon
that em'rald lawn
content with just spectating,
until I realized I was the prize
the knights were gaining.

I saw each draw
and flashing, fall
his sword upon the other.
And in my heart I felt remorse
for tearing 'part two brothers.

The silver knight,
he took the fight,
delivered a final blow.
He stood and gazed at his brother coldly,
then turned to me, aglow.

Too late he saw
I slack'd my jaw
and turned from him in horror.
His eyes grew wide; he knelt and cried
beside his fallen brother.

It mattered not
which knight had fought
and prevailed o'er the other.
My love was not something to be won;
it already belonged to another.

A golden girl--
she was my world.
And love her so I did.
But a treacherous fox with umber locks
came and stole her; so I hid

away from my pain
and with nothing to gain
I awoke to find I was crying.
And in the quiet darkness I knew that
dreaming is like dying.