I prefer to fight that which I see
Whether my dreams
Nightmares or lies
Depict the images
I stand forth
Sword in right hand
Shield in armed left
Raging black tides
Crowd me on my pedistal
the nightly rain reminds me
of the solemn blood
that must flow from rivers
And that it Shan't be my own
No, TONITE
black shells with fall
hollowed outcasts
will despair
as Spartans die
For one last time
as Knights for Christ
Tonight
the dreams and victories
are mine alone
The face of horror
is in my eyes
witness the reflection
before the cut
and I cast it back
I throw them all back
away from my
little rock in the
sky
And Shadows will cloud the light
And Solemn Knights will shudder
Even the Heavens will bear distress
But of Night and Twilight
Comes Hope Burned Bright
Burning within a Soul
Who has long burned
for a little Redemption
And some Pay Back
I'm All Ears
*smiles*
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