Ourselves As Overlord-Kings
It must have dazzled Free Will
To be jousting with Fate.
Clanks there no discordant
But armour intimate.
Dark, or roseate-crested, one of
Either the former's knights.
Sent out its castle wall, beyond
For the latter's world-fights.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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