Monday, July 25, 2011

The Dead Knight

 Your white knight is dead
 I've seen where he's laid
stripped of his pride, 
robbed of his blade
    he lived only to save but cannot anymore
he found out the truth
you settled the score
    what pain you did cause
to put him to rest
    pain you can see
from the wound to his chest
    he'd freely give his to make sure you live
    you spat in his face
he could not forgive
    no man deserves to be brushed to the side
    especially not one in whom you'd confide
    in his hand there's a note that solemnly read
    you ripped out my heart and left me for dead

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