in ordinary clothes...
condemned...
to ordinary times...
hide's himself...
in ordinary ways...
but can not hide...
he is the light...
he banter's with...
and question's...
every passing soul...
as if he were a fool...
that has no foil...
nor armor on...
nor brand of any kind...
he struggles on by inch...
by foot...
toward mountain top...
for that vision...
he has seen...
to carry that...
for which this knight...
has been ordained...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
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