Knight
of Cups
Gently,
the horsed knight,
Grips
the chalice, the prize.
Riding
on despite the sun,
For
hope is in his eyes.
Fighting
for a worthy cause,
Is
what sets him apart.
Suited
armour for the tests,
Will
help to guard his heart.
Filled
with passion for the love,
That
makes him journey here.
Gives
the brave and gentle man,
No
need to live for fear.
Crossing
boundaries, barriers, miles,
He
rides forever moving on.
Towards
the sun and his reward,
Before
his time away be gone.
Messenger
is part his cause,
To
bring a resounding cheer.
Boldly
going into the desert,
Where
the message will become clear.
Along
the banks of refreshment,
He
rides to spread the news.
His
words are mightier than the sword,
They
can take away our blues.
He
is an angel of the good news,
Riding
on a pristeen white steed.
And
he carries the cup of gold,
If
his messages we shall head.
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