The Last Knight's Phantom by Mohammad Noaman Al-Hakimi Poem by Mohammad Noaman Al-Hakimi

Here rests my convoy, on this stony plain
We encountered the calamity, old memory
How the revolution came apart in the dark
Just as we were about to attack.

The air is thick with sweet bitterness like smoke
The years have lost their way to my heart
I hug my nostalgia, a childhood companion
Still boasting he once saw the last knight.

Why should I die of longing
When the white flag flies high
Over our friends and easy intimacies?
Let us burn what we have, recalling
The liquid Lyre and its ever-thirsty Player.