JOUST

In a dank and deserted castle
Under a steel grey sky
There is a fight
Between two knights.

One wears black.
The other sports white.
The soul of a man awaits
The winner of the fight.

The white knight
Represents all
That is good and sweet,
Joyful and right.

And the man in black,
Always on the attack
With a sword sharper
Than the toughest tack.

The castle they fight in,
The soul they fight for,
Is inside the man
Moving this pen.

The battle never ends.
The fight goes ever on.
No truces are called for;
No judge to say who won.

I think every one has
A castle worth fighting for.

There’s a white and a black
Knight inside everyone.

It’s a truth that’s hard
To ignore.