The Torso of A Knight

With grievable smile

 

            I see the light at the end, but everytime I take a step, it gets dim.

            I don't realize where I live and with whom I get along with.

            The public criticizes, and the audiences shout longing for winning.

            A knight grabs a dagger and flings it to the world.

            Wind interferes with the dagger, and rain makes the dagger wet.

            Thunder makes the dagger feel pain and the dark clouds aggravate the pain.

            Face is now on the hand of the knight, and the knight looks at the face.

            The knight regrets and thinks woe would betide by him.

            I see the light at the end, but everytime I take a step, it gets dim.

            Not to make the light fade, I take a step back before I go.

            Thus, I stay and stay at the same spot staring at the precipice of life.

            I see the light at the end, but everytime I take a step, it gets dim.

            Not to make the light fade, I draw a blunt sword and give it to the sun.

            What has left for me is now the torso of the knight.