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The Knight


 The Knight


of those frozen decay snow
of many senseless stars staring at night shake those hands to rinse dust u knw riding through crafty barren snowy land to fight

.with a blunt sword to be consider rich in mind i feel i am the knight my feels turning me knight on the war,which would never burst out or who knows it might!

what i feel there,darkness blindfolded me so that thousand of light on the meadow my eye couldnt see i tell u "dnt be coward" please! give me stregthen

this path,deadly one,is dark & deep though many times i have been flames of hoofs twinkling on snow those have travelled all universe,i know

o! moon beams delicately kiss beside, sun sailing towards me forgive them, still i dnt cease they will be defeated as m travelling faster free

with a sunrise tomorrow innocence,tear and fear will be apart

i am the knight since with this snow & dark,i must depart there miles and miles to go hence....



Author's Note

The knight is a poem about a warrior who sets out his journey of the truth and discovering  himself despite having  uncertain future like a frozen decay snow of north.Though the warrior is in chaos of his destination but yet he is being guided by divine force.He sets out his journey with blunt sword on his hand and the one who were here before him only knows how blunt sword will one day triumph over  all the darkness and trouble.The poem is about innocence,chaos  and fear.and  youth of people of 25s.


Niteshtales


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