The Knight’s Last Night

Bruised and bleak he approached the cliff,
Solitude was all he could whiff.
Those blood flecked clouds umbrellaed
countless words unspoken,
Could we have ever guessed that soul was so broken?
With every breath in the boundless sand he drowned,
That night he discerned that the dark desolations were too profound.
The echos of his silent screams exacerbated,
That boy was brave yet exasperated.
Alas! sighed in him the knight,
And he knew he couldn’t make it through one more night.
Neither a pill nor a gun to the head,
he chose the leap instead.

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