Moat-Boy the Great

As the bridge begins to drop,
That’s when there comes the biggest flop,
An’ if the signs doth confound,
A faithful knight may be drowned.
For if on the bridge he doth be,
He’s come too far, he cannot flee.
No longer forward can he travel,
For the inner gate drops like the judges gavel.
May it be the knight rides in too slow,
Or the wrong belief he may show,
Or maybe he is just not right,
Even though he tried with all his might.
His companions stand and wait,
To see the knight’s coming fate.
“The signs can we read,” that’s what they say,
“But you, young knight must choose the way.”
The bridge is down; it’s ‘cross the moat,
“If you fall, we know you’ll float.”
This they say in joking,
They mean nothing by their poking.
Yet it’s the truth they speak,
For the knight has a losing streak.
He continues to try an’ cope,
An’ he clings to the hope;
That one day he may beat his fate,
And be more than just, Moat-Boy the Great.