“Life’s Pestilent Design”

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.

 

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