A Knights Beat Poem by Megan Riddles

I shield myself from the world,
using hands of transparent make,
to act as a veil to cover this face,
of frozen life behind an ebon bliss.
Now only these cyan shards are free,
to view what others do not want to see.

I shelter myself from the world,
taking fragile steps across a sandy sea,
as winds like fire threaten to burn,
the living flesh free from my body,
leaving me for these vultures to pick.

I bend myself from the world,
as the sun sinks down a horizon of mist,
becoming a shadow, a solitary assassin,
to a place that knows no mercy,
claiming to be the savior of the world itself.

I am no singer of truth,
and all that I touch will melt into my very essence,
as we all perish in the call to the cause,
riding a flag of bloodied color,
to the heavens of a foreign god,
where we all crave to be blessed.

I hand myself to the world,
lifting my hands to invisible rains,
singing prayers of non-existing slumber,
in a last peaceful effort of keeping any real piece,
of the soul I once was.

I give myself to the world,
to be it's knight in shining armor,
to breathe it's protection, and cherish it's life,
and most of all embrace my pride,
into a body so tattered, and torn.

I lay down to the world,
deep in to my catacomb of tombs.
drowning in my minds bliss,
and suffocating, for now, in solitary isolation,
but secretly breathing my quest for all.