The Silent Squire inherited flame from his father
When he'd hear fire he wouldn't falter
Bullets embedded in his skin became amor
Daggers that dug deep in scapula
Became wings
Every heart he broke, he chained to his wrist.
So when he'd cross t's and dot i's
On a blank canvas
The weight
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A silent squire
PoetryHave you ever heard a silent squire scream? Highest rank: My self validation
