A/N: Written for the Freeverse Frenzie Competition, poem 81.

Character Poems: the Chosen through Time
35. Kudou Taiki

He was the defender
of the weak, the knight
whose steel armour caught the sun
and whose hands held the might
of Excalibur.

But he saw the weak:
blind as he was, those saplings
were tended for, but not to grow.

For a long time he stood
in that place
alone, might sword
of a watering can in hand.

The weak were not so weak
when he opened his eyes to them…
and nor was he
who had supressed his growth
himself.