The
black knight sits in his castle
The
battles he fought and won
On
his castle he can breathe easy
The
last few months he couldn't sleep
The
worrying mind plotting and planning
Finally
he got it through with ease
He
could feel the power in his hands
The
spear and shield he felt alive
The
power now he can yield
For
his own to pursue and win
The
outlaying areas have to obey
There
is no such thing as free
Some
lesser known knights
They
fought and lost the game
He
could wax it with words of confidence
He
knows it sounds hollow
He
still sees the familiar faces
He
knows each one by its name
He
can continue his journey
Without
a worry behind his back
But
the black knight knows
The
people will watch and wait
The
opportunity to knock him away
Into
the ground deep in the pit
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