For Jay - whose light never ceases to shine.
Wounded with darkness
he reflects each light
like a diamond, they say
Oh, what a sight!
He trots down with his black shield
And blunt daggers on his face
He smiles
With such kindness; with such grace
The Man with The Black Shield;
Alas - he's taken a wound to the chest!
He sends shivers to monads
"Hence!, she says, "let him rest!"
The Man's breaths were long -
And unwavered -
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
For Jay - whose light never ceases to shine.
Wounded with darkness
he reflects each light
like a diamond, they say
Oh, what a sight!
He trots down with his black shield
And blunt daggers on his face
He smiles
With such kindness; with such grace
The Man with The Black Shield;
Alas - he's taken a wound to the chest!
He sends shivers to monads
"Hence!, she says, "let him rest!"
The Man's breaths were long -
And unwavered -
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