The Dairy of a Knight

The strings that pull, They don’t see, The thoughts that fight to rule, An encroaching sea. The views that want to control, They, in hordes patrol, They, in a long time chase, Veiled to the face. A chaotic chamber, Waves unwilling to slumber, Colourful is the external, Murky is internal. Smooth the edges, They ruffle again, Straighten the verges, They revert to a lopsided plain. The battles are undying, Midnight is prying, Strangers lurk in the forests, It’s a journey through monsters' nests. February 4, 2023.