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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Without A Friend

Looking around desperately
Searching yet again
To be free
Without a friend

No one helps
They attempt it
Busy as elves
Giving up in a fit

They don’t know
Or comprehend
And time crawls slow
To its end

I search for a means
To the races end
I’m broke at the seams
Without a friend

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