The Walk Of a Dark Knight
Those who have been reading this blog for a long time know that I tend to write about love, desire and spirituality. But today, to change it up a bit, I wanted to try my luck with a little epic poem. I hope you like this piece of work.
Following a broken path, until night came with no warning.
There it was, the dark knight, trying to get back home.
A long life, filled with nothing but crawling darkness.
Battling against one-thousand demons every day.
Exhausted and alone, with no one to call a friend,
He pushed through the shadows, determined to reach the end.
The road was rough and treacherous, and his steps were slow and heavy, Yet he persevered, knowing that his spirit must remain steady.
The demons howled and taunted him, their claws sharp and cruel,
But he gritted his teeth and fought on, refusing to be their fool.
His sword glinted in the darkness, a beacon of hope and light,
As he battled the forces of evil with all his strength and might.
The night wore on, and the stars above twinkled in the sky,
As he finally emerged victorious, with a weary but grateful sigh.
He had faced his fears and conquered them, and in the end, had won,
A warrior, a hero, standing tall beneath the rising sun.
And so he walked on, with a newfound sense of purpose and pride, Knowing that he had faced the darkness, and had not run or hide.
For though the path may be broken, and the night may come with no warning,
He would face it head on, a knight in shining armor, until the morning.
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