THE DARK kNIGHT: INTO THE NIGHT

POEM 77: THE FIRST MOVE, THAT CAN'T BE MOVED

Back then, I wondered on how did my doors get opened
Until, you are there holding a key.

Key of a blushing stint.
The missing puzzle in my land.

Until, situation told me, it's forbidden.
I have seen, you held a glass, and made a first move.

Unfortunately, that is the first move, that can no longer be moved.

I am here, married to my passion while;
You were there, painting a bright yellow Sun into another soul.