Knight
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Come, my love, to arms, my knight,
Come join me in our glorious fight.
The enemy's crawling up my skin,
Have you ever seen a hummingbird cry?
Those crystalline tears dripping down iridescent feathers.
Perhaps that is why it's wings beat so fast.
A vain attempt to dry the dreadful drops before the blooming flowers see.
As dawn breaks across the land,
out skips a young farmhand.
With visions of heroism in his head,
his boyhood he hoped to shed.
To tell a story of the famed Knight Hawk
Listen whilst I remember, recall
Ready not yourself for a tale of sweet
For he was never such a declious trait
Knight Hawk began as a boy of late
My brave knight is but a simple peasant.
Swift he is not upon the earthen ground.
The chambers he keeps aren’t very pleasant.
His stomach is more than a little round.
One thing that makes each day worth a smile
Is talking to you
You're the only one who could ever understand
What it's like to walk a mile in my shoes
You're a knight in shning armor
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,
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
Whoa, that man have caught my eye
My perceptions far on edge
I wonder why
Who could he be?
An abuser came straight from hell
To beat up on little ole me?
You use to be my Luke Sky-Walker, and now you are my Hans Solo. (Star Wars)
You were tired of monkeying around. (Jungle Book)
Invisible Knight
Hefting sightless armor
Decorated in gold talons
Your wrath is unmatched
As your peace is unequaled
With great haste, the dark knight captures his foe
Threat’ning the king, who’s turned white as a ghost.
He escapes, but His luck is now His woe
As His wife now falls, murdered at Her post.
My name is Katie.
i for sure ain't eighty.
I'm a "spider cutie"
with a big, Cuban booty.
But you can call me the "leading light"
because I am now a UCF knight!
-KLow
Steel-clad knight armed with naught
But his words and rope pulled taught
Around his bad where his heart dwells,
Waiting to be delivered to the shells.
My eyes are green
My makeup is black
My hair is blonde
And my thoughts are back
…………………………
My soul is blue
Am I here?
Is this real?
Please teach me gently
How to feel
………………………………….
Ive lost my luck
Have you ever seen eyes that speak sermons.Respirations that birth holy spirits.With those kind of eyelids that are like curtains,Blocking out sunlight that flowers cherish.
A waking soul of Western slumber rises
Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood,
Tipping over its goblet of honey,
And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience.
With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth
Anticipation grips the air with unearthly forceAs the opposition stands with ready armsThe goal more than to inflict just harmAn ink laden sword holds more weight: endorse
Gold and red-checkered lips.
Pink and purple plumage in pin-curled hair.
Corsets colliding with chosen partners.
Flickers of light from silver sequins scattering the ballroom.
