You are not a knight of the quill that scanned the battle from afar. You never did what you wanted but always did what you should. The meaning of a knight means a boy who comes to age of bearing arms or a servant. Well, you certainly are no boy but you are a servant to all. So gallant and brave you’re not just a knight but a White Knight, my savior and rescuing hero. Being a Paladin Warrior you are a man with a cause and impossible to defeat. Eternally show kindness and love to children and animals of this Earth but woe to the evil of this world. But along this journey you have suffered immensely. You have thrown yourself into the maelstrom of many components and elements. Now I want to collect all the shards of your broken pieces and align them back to their former self. You can kiss all my falling tears and heal my soul. So together we are one and not separate entities who suffer alone.
Lend me your veins
While devilry reigns
I gave you my silhouette
Along with my utter shame
In alchemy of time
Sullen owls cry out loud
What have you done
My dirty little thing
In my garnet lullabies
I have dreams I can fly
But no more
So with the roar of my sword
And my eyes at a slit
All are doomed
And at the top of my death list.
Your ambiance is devouring my being as an eclipse consumes its unknowing devoid target. How did this slow, all-encompassing vapor get inside and braid our ends together? Was it luck of the draw or loneliness that dealt us this unexpected hand. Who sent this intermediary angel to fix such a plague? See, it’s not each of us just on our own
but the tethering of desolate lost souls.
With a shattered mind and withered strands of life my sorrow has amplified to very old. I am a seraph with disassembled wings searching for that darkened soul to take the chaos from the fringed black hole. This engel beckons for utterances to be silenced and the final decay to halt. So, as the darkness ebbs upon our timely fusion the wind will have farewells no more.
Formless cries and rooms full of stains, I had promised to never be alone again. Press your bruised flesh upon my quivering lips as my voice vanishes in the wind. Oh, my beloved, how your polluted breath haunts our romance as the pendulum swings ever so close. The fire of the blade caresses your face while we have our season of sin.
In the art of dying I wonder how I can forget the path to my grave. All my life’s dreams blur like dark red blood in swirling water. Many millions of moments have led to this one and final stage. As I wait to disappear my lonely soul fuses with the ever dark realm while I wait for the time to behold itself. I’m seeing the swarm of fluttering black butterflies that signify the beginning of the end. With spheres of emotions the murky water is turning to dusk as I prepare for an eternity of a long cold winter.
Let the falcon return to the matriarch and upon his arrival I shall coddle his sharp talons in my pre bloodied palms. Evil one, carefully choose your wings on this endless, starless night. Feel the heavy disharmony of it all as the iron cage clangs and rattles. Such small amusements of the flesh are to be enjoyed by all. Among a sea of whispered chants, I endure the pleasure of being a nobody because the painter of life pastes us together with weak hydrogen bonding.