Song of the Twelve Knights (Sonnet Inspired)
Twelve little birds drifted silently.
Nightly tunes they sang like broken flutes.
Against the brisk breeze fought they valiantly.
Coats for armor and feathers for strong suits.
They hid before the clock struck twelve.
Midnight had not yet approached in full.
The gears had not yet banged the bell,
When the moon revealed its light brimful.
In the sky, the little birds were knights,
Clumsy but graceful in the dark gloomy night.
They waited until the blue sky fazed,
So they, in the dark, could freely gaze.
Chained to their own wings,
Against the dreadful night’s beatings.