The Knight

The past two days i realise i have been writing alot. like just off the cuff tping and random blurting of thougts swimming in my mind. well, i guess that is what you get when you let yourself get lost in your own thoughts. you just need to channel it all out, no? so here i am, typing again, wondering if i have run out of words in my vocabulary bank to better leak out the things that are up there.

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The Knight.

riding out to the cave of Dark Days,
never once fearing, or is it never thinking?
still he fears no dragon, fears no bats or eveil witches with pointy hats.
into the cave he ventures,
unfaltering and then he stabs himself.
he is about to die, left there in his own pool of blood.
the Dragon laughing.

The Dragon.

Enter my little maze.
Roar, cough, splutter, puff, growl, rumble, thunder.
clouds in intervals, big puffs and small. there is no fire
swishing of the tail, are you happy?
why silly me, died already?
ha. ha. ha.

The Knight

a new round table, shouting and argueing ensues.
great battle plans drawn over days.
rows and disputes over temptations,
the seven sins of man.
make as much noise as you want.
its more peaceful when i cannot hear it laugh.

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fascinating, that just came out. ohe well, it probably does not make any sense anyway. I THINK i have finally gone -Kaput- nothing left in this system, but still, very interesting the things that do come out, when it comes out too.