The Recluse

By Damien Knight

The passion of a recluse
is locked behind cold steel.
Imprisoned by abuse
and the key long lost.

Salvation drifted by day
hunger twisted by night.
The recluse resigned to fate
yet longed for the light.

Light, the sweet commodity
that presented the shadows
dancing like a false prophesy
of love, longing, and freedom.

The other side the lady waits
in her own cell locked betrayal
for the light of day to cast
on the recluse walls her trials.

Neither carries the other’s key
Yet together they set themselves free

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Broken Man

By Damien Knight

Inside I claw at the walls
of the cage I built by hand
My skin crawls the images
Of this old broken man

All I ever wanted was love
to give my heart away
all I wanted was to be there
I wanted her to stay

I ache to let her near me
and try so hard to get close
thought this was a soul mate
not another almost

Swallowing my pride
I have to let it go
cuz time, space, and distance
has no room for love to grow

This ice cold heart
is locked back in its vault
If any is to blame
this is all my fault

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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