hers was a petal cannot be carried by the arms of chivalry
but by the carelessness of the wind
hers was a rock cannot be mended by steels of pride
but by the warmth of ember fires
not with a hand that cannot take hold
but touch as light as the morning mist
his was a cuirass promised gold
now rusted alloy shed by half true lies
forlorn from the battles of better men
his was debonair white charming cape
rustled with dirt and peril
their vows forgotten
All for pride was sold
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:57 AM UTC
hers was a petal cannot be carried by the arms of chivalry
but by the carelessness of the wind
hers was a rock cannot be mended by steels of pride
but by the warmth of ember fires
not with a hand that cannot take hold
but touch as light as the morning mist
his was a cuirass promised gold
now rusted alloy shed by half true lies
forlorn from the battles of better men
his was debonair white charming cape
rustled with dirt and peril
their vows forgotten
All for pride was sold
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