What My Dark Knight Wrought
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
My grief was brief ; he was a heartless fake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
He flew in on a steed, a soul cocksure,
A vision that I even now can’t shake.
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
No humble cavalier, but saboteur,
He bore a two-edged blade and was a rake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
A grin, black eyes that burned me through - his lure.
And when he spoke, I felt my body quake.
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
My sense of what was right, though grown obscure,
I managed to maintain and not forsake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
Could passion that he breathed have been my cure?
Unlikely. . . but I reveled in the ache.
My love for him I’d finally abjure,
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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