Knights
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I’m an ambitious man.
A tool of destiny, a puppet of fate,
transcending all of humanity.
Cunning and charismatic, I seek
Knight Hawk gazed at the falling leaves
The brown folly they had become
His heart sunk within his chest
As he looked out the window high
Above the freezing ground whereby
Did they still give chase?
On horseback, he rode
Soon he’d tire of their game,
That of cats and mice
Where to go?
He stood resolutely,
In the winter cold.
The sun climbed behind him,
Glowing bright and bold.
The wind kicked up twigs and leaves
Long dead of chill,
His coat tails flickered up and down,
Whence the rider came about
Looking for a different route
He stopped by a water spout
And rested there to quench his drought
Who said autumn leaves fall to their death?
I think they cover the ground with their beauty,
Like colorful souls bestowing their love
On the gray roads of rock below.
Who said just because your heart is beating
Who said autumn leaves fall to their death?
I think they cover the ground with their beauty,
Like colorful souls bestowing their love
On the gray roads of rock below.
Who said just because your heart is beating
Eyelashes brush on rosy cheeks
Slowly turning into yellow beaks
A feather upon a dusty pillow
Comes sweeping against a sprouting willow.
Yellow leaves by a river’s edge
Dance among the grassy ledge
