BLACK KNIGHT
BLACK KNIGHT
Yearning like a heart
with no home of its
own,
or a deer with no place
to roam.
For there once was
a love
that I called my own.
Still the folly of youth
was the way of the day.
Passion was like
poison
and life yet
died away.
At long last the kings men
were all slain
and he dethroned.
All that remains is the
Black Knight
standing alone.
Death offers no
refuge,
sleep is no release.
Appalling the pain
that will show no restrain
and I ……
I long for one last taste
of my queen
and the poison that
slay me.
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