The Knights Helmet A Riddle
The Knights Helmet
When the hunter sounds his call
The hood is dropped and the knight lifts into the skies
Again he can see
His goldenrod eyes as condemning as his dreaded embrace
His sculpted wings sharpen into arrow points
His sharp decent just as deadly
The impact a mear blink in time
The drumming stops as color runs free
With a hold as peircing as a sudden silence
The knight rises agian
His landing commanded by the hunters song
Thoes gleeming eyes are again hidden from the sun
As this knights helmet turns again into a servants chains.
(The challange here is to figure out the scenerio and replace the medaphors with their true names.)