Deing
Self loathing, frustration, and a painful sad
With a mind trying to keep itself glad
Armor torn and ripped, dragged across the ground
Jagged wounds slowing down the hearts pound
The knight fought knowing inevitable loss
But with hope in his breast, he fought and he fought
Cuts and slashes in every battle
A gladiator forced into war for survival
He starts falling and his eyes begin to mist
Tears trailing eyes, dispersing in the air
Failing and falling, unavoidable despair
Disappearing into a dark and deep abyss
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