Strings (Knight's tale)
Nerves into strings,
Smoking one by one.
Last one who stings
Is on a ground.
I didn't want to,
But I did it.
He pushed it forward:
Take it or leave it.
We were two warriors.
Different sides.
Each seeking Glory
To His Light.
We both were meant for bigger plots.
Fate knew about it,
We did not.
What have we become
On our path to this?
Picking up crumbs,
Feeding Abyss.
Living it vivid
Through hatred and pain.
Sowing and reaping
Night and day...
The Yans
Strings-Knights tale
© Copyright: Евгений Андросян, 2020
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