Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Damaged Knight

Confined in his armor,

He cannot breathe.

Restrained and immobile,

His body is his sheath.

His scars are protected,

By his big heart.

A constant battle to be free,

To meet his counterpart.

Inability to define reality,

Documents his fate.

Visions of confusion and illusion,

Often misunderstood and irate.

The armor deteriorates,

Slowly wearing thin.

His blinded eyes and hardened helmet,

Cannot protect the deep scars from within.

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