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The Knight And His Lance
Hello, my final words,
sucked into a snow swirl
but I stutter and look up,
and see wings rapidly
take off and flutter,
from a cloudy cup
Tell me darkest secrets
of the black butterfly
that has came close to death.
We don't need another chance
but the cherished memories,
of a knight and the lance,
his lady and last breaths.
Copyright ©
Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward
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