Night tolled,
a quiet enrolled,
like a carpet beneath their feet.
Knights doing battle,
a malignant routine,
like a dance in the firelight.
Fright laughing blissfully,
a goddess in black silk,
like a cruel winter breath.
Plight looking down at the scene,
a girl in a green dress,
like a summer-seeking weed.
Light weeping over a fallen knight,
a boy with red in his eyes,
like a panicked deer.
And in the sweetest of whispers,
the whole world came,
undone.
