The black knight runs back to his castle
Run up the steps and view his land
At the farmers hard working for the stockpile
For the days may come
He hides in the remote areas
He dares not face the truth of his time
In the quiet of the secondary jungle
He has thoughts and dreams
In the quiet surrounding
With company of chirping birds buzzing insects
He listens to all the silent protestors
He isn't welcome in the jungle
He gallops away
Feeling out of place
in the racing breezes
He has no play
Now on the steps of his castle
He feels fear crawling into his eyes
What happen when his people change?
Will he stand in his castle again?
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