To your eyes, you seek protection of what is nothing but a broken shield—
The protection being protected that no longer serves a purpose.
And with that, the shield breaks completely,
No sword to accompany it.
However there can be a knight in shining armor waiting for the useless metal
instead a knight comes with no elegant white horse nor shining armor,
nobody but themselves.
Despite the helmet being there, the knight asks to where is the shield's shine.
The shield has rusted. It no longer shines like it would.
The shield cried for help to be shined and brought up again, though the knight could not hear anything—
For shields cannot speak.
Though, despite that, the knight comes to the shield's aid anyway
They go for a stroll in a forest of dead trees and growing creepers.
As they walk, the knight slowly but surely cleans the shield for it to shine, the faulty sanitation of the area worsening the shield's oxidation.
The knight is not affected with the helmet on. Tough the knight is,
but tough the shield isn't.
The shield rusts, and the knight continues to try to clean it
Over and over and over again, the knight cleans, but it never stops.
It's endless.
Though despite this, the knight does not stop,
No matter what the knight must not stop.
The shield does something unexpected.
The shield is completely shiny and looks brand new!
The knight is joyed to see such a sight
To see the joy the knight has created.
But how does the shield make such a recovery so fast?
A written spell it cast upon itself.
The spell cannot be seen by the eye alone,
it's written out, but that is not the true message.
If you take away the silent letters and pointless sounds,
If you reflect it amongst other truths,
That's when the message's meaning is clear
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A/N: Hello again! You might notice that I'm uploading rapidly on the same day. This won't always happen! This is because I've already written 8 poems, and I've just decided to start uploading. So have fun with those! Bai bai (don't know how to bold rip)
~Mr.Blueberry~
A/N: Hello again! I'm making changes to some of my poems by adding punctuation. I thought maybe it'd give more of an idea of how to read it, and that it would make it easier for new readers (if there are any ;-;)
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Essentially Human
Poetry{COMPLETED} May there be a human without the following, That would simply not be. If that were to be so, may they have bled on cross shaped wood. Ravenously, we eat. Dead, alive, raw, cooked, Whatever we desire is up to our appetite. Carefully, we w...
