White Knight
Orange red as burning fire beneath me
Floating it ventures over and beyond
Through the trees like white arrows, piercing through
Emboldened, silenced the forest without sound
Leaves scatter, burning through the shattered face
Enlightened by the calm breeze of near day
Practically suffered by ignorance
The eyes of white look, can’t find what to say
Avoiding the trees, the entity strikes
Air is forced to succumb to the white knight
Peace is all but reached, not a sound is voiced
Daylight is coming quicker, it lost sight
Corruption seems rampant, but it’s nature
Veracious in its contemplation right
Awaiting complete reversal the fog
Releasing its grip on the day’s great might
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
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