KnightsA Poem by marybeth daviseveryone dreams for a knight in shinging armor but here is my verisonhe stalks the night as if it is his prey and he is the blood thristy
he sees the stars as if they have been together for centuries
he waits the day away he sees the light as a enemy the world itself preys upon him
you see him as a nasty unforgicin soul but I
I see him as the perfect verison of life the world will never become © 2011 marybeth davisReviews
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