A Knight of Pain
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The world is a roiling mass of hate and chaos. Only the ignorant believe in happiness.
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The Fool on the Hill
It was the night before Christmas,
all was quite, save for the cry from the hill.
This is the cry.. of the Fool, who every morning marched to war.
His soul his armor his smile his blade, many battles did he save.
Invincible was he atlas he thought,
till one broke in, and stole his heart.
The beaten warrior paid her.. her price,
it cost him much, but his treasure was again his!
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Fearing now... his fragile heart could break,
In protecting he would not hesitate.
Mighty walls did the fool build round,
and mounted it high above the cold.. cold ground.
Hidden from view, none will see....
safe it is.. but never free.
What a silly life has he this fool on the hill.
His heart is protected, He will never die
Till one day a sunbeam thru a crack,
rains down upon his heart of wax.
His treasure runs between his finger tips,
the sunbeam fades........ And there he sits.
Now young maidens if you will.....
lay a flower atop the hill
Say a kind word and touch the stone
maybe the fool inside.. will feel less alone.
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I'm Here
I shall become a ghost... to haunt your heart till the end of time.
Forever will I dance within its crimson shadows.
I will hide therein... until a time of great despair comes over you,
then with but a thought... a whisper of my name,
I shall reach forth from my desire...
and comfort your soul.
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