A Man

A man who isn't a knight

A man who knows just how to fight

A man believed to be chained against his will

A man who as a roleholder gets his fill

A man who knew nothing as all

Till a single girl took that fall

A man who felt lost in a large and cruel world

Where violence around is thrown and hurled

A man who just wants to be free

A man who cannot clearly see

A place of sweet nonviolent acts

'How absurd' He carries his sack

Faint ticking brings him despair

A heart is what must be shared

As he smiles all so carefree

Camping trips underneath trees

A simple smile lights his clock

A gentle beating under a lock

The key that brought her here

Is the same that will make her

disapear. To leave this place?

Leaving a single trace. Her life

left too big of a mark. He aimed

the sliver sword straight at her

heart. The white gloves now

stained a crimson red.

The girl is his hands

is now finally

dead.