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The knight grasp for leftovers

Of his once great love

A damsel of great beauty

Seemingly sent from above

He wondered about nearsightedness

How he had failed

The things left broken

And the things he had said

Why couldn’t he have just told,

All the feelings he felt

Instead of just sitting

While her tears welt

Was he a monster?

Like the ones he had slain

Or just a human-being

With a fake heart on a chain

One will probably never know

What path should have been taken?

She probably doesn’t even care

He’s just more nights of betraying...