The Knight


Waking to the untenured arms of the night
his heart beating against his metal chest
deep, thunderous thuds of spirit and will
He has woken the beast with his debonair simper
his breath was hot down the back of her neck
thick as the delirium that has clutched her heart
Her heart, seized by the sovereign of the flock
was softened by the disease of lust
it once was strong, yielding the master of hope
Now it lays a bottomless mire of red and vanished
configured together by the puppeteer of brute
the head held high with a sparkling circlet
Shock becomes of the chevalier as he passed
a hidden tear rolling off his cheek
for the true beloved taken from his life.

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