It's a riot in my mind,
Thoughts clashing their swords.
Which one is worthy, which one is time
Best spent in a world,
Only suited for me?
Can it be what is needed,
To irradicate the spear,
Is for the Knight to adhear.
Light,
Though noble,
Scorches the earth,
Turning wept tears to leaves
On the wind of your sorrow.
Yet it burns the flames in your heart,
And you live to light this fire.

© watchingthedarkness