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Nov 2013
I am a knight,
Yet, I carry no sword, nor ride a sturdy stead.

My domed armour, an architectural wonder,
Its smooth curvature, my only defence.

Fragile, I withstand great force.
Unyielding, I surrender under pressure

When struck, I succumb to my inevitable fate.
Helpless as the enemy raids my stronghold.

Fractured, blood oozes from my gouging wound.
Shattered, surrounded by the fragments of my doomed existence.

Discarded, I am left, forgotten.
KG
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