Female Knight

A knight shrouded in dark blue,

her soul set on saving the one she loves.

The eyes you see through the helmet...

the ones filled with exiled hate turned to love.

Broken and stupid dreams cast away,

her only duty is to fight.

No more happiness.

Just despair.

A sword in hand,

she runs towards the witch who captured him.

She was oblivious.

She didn't understand.

Why did she not see?

She is soon to be the witch herself.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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