Love Poem: What My Dark Knight Wrought
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Written by: Andrea Dietrich

What My Dark Knight Wrought

My love for him I’d finally abjure. My grief was brief ; he was a heartless fake. But what my dark knight wrought will long endure. He flew in on a steed, a soul cocksure, A vision that I even now can’t shake. My love for him I’d finally abjure. No humble cavalier, but saboteur, He bore a two-edged blade and was a rake. But what my dark knight wrought will long endure. A grin, black eyes that burned me through - his lure. And when he spoke, I felt my body quake. My love for him I’d finally abjure. My sense of what was right, though grown obscure, I managed to maintain and not forsake. But what my dark knight wrought will long endure. Could passion that he breathed have been my cure? Unlikely. . . but I reveled in the ache. My love for him I’d finally abjure, But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.