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Contributor: Stacy Maddox

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He is like my Knight
Clad in shining armor
He rides upon a gallant steed
From morning until the fall of night

He carries a sacred sword
Equal to no other, faithful to only him
He travels the lands far and wide
At the beck and call of his Lord

Fighting as he is willed
His scars are his proof
Of the battles he has won
A name for himself he shall build

Touched by the Grace of God
Through the power of his being
He is immortal to all who believe
Not ever to be forgotten

He shall always be the Knight
Standing tall in the midst of my dreams
In his majestic honor and solitary dedication
A symbol for all who witness his plight.

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Stacy Maddox lives, dreams and writes in the fast-paced city of Lawrence, KS. She loves to soak up the sun by the river and feel the rush of water over her feet while spending time with her family and pets. Stacy has been published in Long Story Short, ken*again, Daily Love, The Entroper, Emerge Literary Journal, Three Line Poetry, The Fat City Review, Eskimo Pie, Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review, Euphemism and more. She has been passionate about art in any form for over 30 years.


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