Saturday, February 21, 2009

A Knight, a night.

The eyes sink deep into its skull

(like)

Stones cast into an unblemished lake.

The hands are quick to react

(yet)

Sluggish to deliver. 

Shrieking pangs of silence fly

(by)

 Its crooked ears.

Insomniacs everywhere scoff

(and)

Call it an asshole.

Galloping through your world, you

(are)

unaware of the chronicles of immortality

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