Knight in Rusted Armour

Stands stooped the knight
Adorned by the faintness of darkness
Covered by the mist of silhouette
And the gleam of golden dust. 

The next daybreak stands far away
And what lies ahead is the deception of dawn
Shadows cast from the vantage of clouds
Revealing the scars of the untold wars. 

Riding upon the moonbeams of agony
His sword had bathed times to a halt
His eyes being the shining glory
Of dreams that are seldom bought

Through the forests he strode
His fears riding his feats of glory
His triumphs leading his way to ditches
With his legends of unwritten stories. 

Whenever he stopped and rested his body
Bereavement was bestowed upon his kins of spear
Where his mind would scamper off to fields
Where truth was but an ally of fear. 

There he stood, lifeless and in pain
His agonies chiseled on to the horse he rode
The armour dropped loose from its lock
Rusted not by age but by faintness of war.

The Purpose of Lucifer

Hello world, I am god.
On Earth, I had the dream to create life.

I am the one who painted green.
First, I weaved grass – they served a purpose.
They held onto the skin of my Earth.
Then chiselled trees with a different purpose.
I gave them fruit, knowing that someday
The fruits would serve some greater cause.

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You Had A Hand On Me

Takes but a drop of outward thought –
In a bit to comprehend the simplicity of such a soul.
Those notes still ring;
The voice that made me feel at home.

Bosom friendship from a soul so great,
Naughty winks from the eyes of depth,
Witty smirks in as a way to cheer –
I have seen them all and have no despair.

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