When night is fallen, coming down,
The knight of light above the ground
Arises, cries his kingdom comes
For separating wolves from lambs.
His pray is flying to the Lord,
He's given realness-breathing sword,
The powerfulest weapon - word,
His faith - his heart, his Camelot.
But every day - a fest of loss,
The fight is so ridiculous,
And there's no bar he haven't been
Seeing no dragon, neither quenn.
Knight s oda
© Copyright: Валентин Голубков, 2019
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