Long is the dark knight that rises over the clouds of the starry night
Strong are the clouds lost to the sky
weary are those lost and left to die.
Boring is the maniacal laughter of a deaf god.
Born and dying across the river of mud,
Touring cities and treaties,
Long is the crossing of the dead lifeless skies, why?
short is the life of newborn child.
nothing except the tries and the whys,
why are people sad, why are people bad?
people unaccepting, and expecting,
their life a crown of lifeless gems made only for them.
stuck in the mundane loop of life.
not seeing all their strife
Long is the dark knight that crosses the sound of night,
weary visions left in sight.
preparing for their final goodnight.
YOU ARE READING
Final Goodnight
PoetryWhile it has a more straightforward narrative, this poem introduces abstract elements and adds layer of complexity and imagery.
