Dark Poems

The Lust of Knight

You break the heavy wall and took your crown to leave

The day of guardians fall as a witness of your fight, the seven age shifts

Spit my swollen eyes, spill your evil thoughts

chase your Aphrodite in the forest of death

Glory! Peace slipping through your pulse and it seeking for grandeur

until Zeus took Aphrodite with lightning in his hand

Resent in honor, tumble with slack, lust of knight

Your blade was greased with your own blood

The knight bleed himself, red eyes and vain

The Cuckoos keep my curse

When the Oak tree generously offered to cure my sore, all i begged was your tender

I stop your wound, stab the blade deeper

I took your soul when i can't took your heart

Our hands tangled on a cold steel sword and the warmth from your blood;
peace, lust, anger, love.

                                                           -A