Shadow Knight

By Damien Knight

The death knight, the warrior, perfect
For dead he serves eternal.
His stance sturdy, erect,
His heart cold as solid stone.
Life cannot touch his soul,
Pain he does not feel.
How I envy his demeanour cold,
With apathy of steel.
His face a mirror to mine,
I wish I were a heartless knight.
To no longer ache inside,
Just stand and face my fight!

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