I remember...
Those were the words I said to you as young adult.
But you just laughed as if it was a joke.
I remember....
As a child been beaten,kicked and stoned by other kids.
As you sat in your beloved white chariot.
As I yelled out in pain and called for your help.
But you remained seated.
As tears run down the cheecks of an innocent child who looked up to her father and placed him up a pedestal.
But you still remained as if oblivious to the world around you.
I remember as warm pale white hands wrapped around me and hashing my pain felt cries.
I remember you only came as she was about to ask who my father was.
Seeing you climb out of the white chariot in your armour, you called my named as if you just arrived.
But I watched you through the same mirror you watching in.
Staring in you soulless black eyes.
That day a statue of a knight was shattered.
The ruins still remain as with the girl that lost her innocence and glow of life.
