Rise...oh, rusted knight
Lift your blade, gather your might
For your time is yet to come.
Knight with no king, no land, no light...
Knight with no sight of what lies beyond,
These monsters and demons...you've faced before.
A stranger you are not to the perils of night,
For night is your home, the place you were born.
Weary knight, you will fall...
And fall again you will,
Fallen knight of darkness filled,
In a fight against them all.
So rise...oh, rusted knight.
The sun shines upon the hill,
Your wounds are healed
And the darkness, gone...
Though it will be back at midnight
And haunt you before dawn.
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Remnants Of A Lingering Soul
PoetryThis is my first work: a compilation of poems I will keep working on as long as inspiration lets me. This is a part of me that I've decided to share with you, I hope it is to your liking and that it may be of help to those of you looking for some so...
