Fools in Shining Armor


A beating from inside holding us temperate

Tangible yet ethereal these bonds bestowed are,

Gossamers only and still casting shadows

We live no life lesser


Prayers to Genesis and fears to Genocides

A souls flippant overture quakes

Vestigial whispers of conscience fades

"Tis my bodies nature" an excuse for mistakes


Knighthood and pride fade to the langur we all will see

The ineffable end to life's tragedy

The web drops and the poundings cease

an empty shell forever shall be



As a note, this is meant to be a sort of representation of a person's life span from the point in time they realize they will die, to the death itself. Not to mistaken with simply a persons life from beginning to end.


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