I previously posted my unfinished poem. I've know finished it and this is it. If you feel it doesn't flow well please include where you feel it doesn't and how you think it could be improved. Thanks
With foreign thoughts
and singing sword
the knight of old
went abroad
His ebony skin,
his ivory hair,
he rode upon
the queen of the mares
His lips did not move
not to speak a word,
a vow once taken
his voice not since heard
He traveled till
his locks where long,
he traveled not
to right a wrong
He traveled till
he'd forgotten his name,
he traveled not
for glory or fame
He traveled till
he sighed at reflections,
he traveled not
for a woman's affections
He traveled till
he was old and wise,
he'd traveled because
the free bird flies
He opened his lips
"cellar door" he cried
he'd broken his vow
and with that he died
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