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The Black Knight

I wish that I was brave enough
to rise and take a stand
to the terrors which are welling up
to swallow this land.

I wish that I was strong
so I could strike them down:
the wickedness and wrongs
who are ruining this town.

I wish I had the wisdom
to find a better way,
to craft a better kingdom
on the far side of the fray.

But the road to virtue is beset
by tempting vices and regrets.

Scratched

I feel like a specter in my home,
streets unfamiliar as I roam,
once-common sights are now long gone,
though lingering as reminiscent song,
whose persistent discord’s heard by none.