Shining Armour

By Damien Knight

A knight in shining armour
is a man who never been to war
I’m not a gonna ride in
on a pearly white horse

I am a warrior battered
my armour beaten, flesh bruised
but here I stand with my sword
to fight alongside you

I can’t save you, my lady
I also fight wars in my head
but I can love you, my princess
let’s fight this together instead

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Lady of Shadow

By Damien Knight

The pale moon is not as bright as your lips,
your smile fades the twinkling starlight.
Nor does the sun stroke like your finger tips,
warm, your hands grip my soul embracing tight.

Your grace spreads a blanket across the night.
Your touch all I need for my heart to race.
Dripping sweet your voice in my ear is right.
Tender sensation with you I have place.

Many claim their love is as Aphrodite,
they have not beheld my dearest lady.
Your radiance divine, your strength mighty,
you, like Helen of Troy, drive men crazy

I would bask forever in my need of you
wearing desire proudly, I love true.

Languished

By Damien Knight

I languished tears at edge
selfish my desire
persistent my words a hedge
drowning the fire

my obsessive mind loud
feeding insecurity and lies
I gave weight, too proud
to admit them as false cries

What can I say?
In the past silence was the end
this is not the day
that I allow myself to bend

you ever bright my muse
a light dancing in my mind
your face lit the fuse
your voice soft and kind

You are love’s true desire
A princess for this pauper
You made me sire
and it is my eternal love I offer

Walls

By Damien Knight

I can feel my walls
brick by brick
rebuilding

My heart, glass, ice
frail, cold, and
hidden

Caution at her bequest
taken at price
love

Uncertainty seeping in
am I me
lost

Do I continue as before
or keep these
walls

Fire

By Damien Knight

The ice grows in my veins,
cold, encroaching on my heart.
The fire, where is the flame?
I searched every part
of this forbidding land.
Am I cursed to a lonely grave?
No! There in her hand
the fire I so crave.
These frozen winter plumes
could thaw at last;
this desolate raven grooms
away his checkered past.
I will reach for the fire
and warm my soul
embrace her desire
and find us as a whole.

 

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My Rose

By Damien Knight

A thorn that traces
the side of my flesh
is lovelier than any flower
in my garden.

The sighs I expel
when she is gone
could fog the evening
and form the dew.

The growl she elicits
when she is near
just under breath
I must control.

This hungry love
I feel so deep
this longing
I never want it to go.

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