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.
