BRAVE KNIGHT CRYING

At night, he’s tired-
Cried himself to sleep.
Exhausted with no escape:
Eyes burned out,
His love called him a creep.

His dreams are gentle; nonetheless,
In a world where he’s the dark knight:
An avenger sat atop a pitch black horse in armor,
And all the people love him.
Not a creep.
....
The blue-light burns.
...
He rides into the dawn,
His darling besides him,
Victory in his name
Laurels in his hair
A soft voice calls
“Don’t leave me”
The blue light >gorges< on him
Engulfs, dominates, consumes, and overwhelms,
Awake now
The blue light on,
But it seems...
His light is gone—
And 
    he 
        was 
              swallowed

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