A bridge that needs crossing.....

                                                                Knight in the Forest of the Pons

                                                                   (Journey to the Syndrome)

                                                                                A Novella

                                                                                       By

                                                                           Joshua Heights

                                                                                       POEM

                                                                               (Battle Version)

Knight in the Forest of the Pons

                                                                As you bathed in the tree line brook

                                                                With sunbeams reaming

                                                                Through leaves that shook

                                                                I was there upon my black horse, hunting you

                                                                Never in all my days have I witnessed such a site

                                                                Birds stopped singing the wind stopped whispering

                                                                Even the sun turned black with fright

                                                               I have been in battles with two headed dragons

                                                              With beast that creep and crawl

                                   Even with fierce lions that have pierced my flesh in death brawls

                                       But never has my body trembled

                          Or my nerves shook, as I watched you bathe, in the tree lined brook

                                               Sitting upon my horse my armor shining with force

                                                   I was still, as timid as an unprotected fawn

                                                              Your slave, your pawn

                                                              Nevertheless , untouchable one

                                                              There is a bridge that needs crossing

                                                             and on the other side is the magical wand

                                                              That I shall capture

                                                         I,   Knight in the Forest of the Pons