The Dusty Scroll

I stand inside the castle wall.
Anxiety sparks over my skin,
This electric armour
Holds me still,
Preparing.


I close my eyes.
I am a knight that quests
Through the mind,
For words that need
Finding.


Paper is stronger than you think.
When I pick up the dusty scroll,
And speak the ink,
I start
Riding.

Copyright LJ 2020