Night Poem by Raziel Baptiste

I am king
- No -
I refuse to limit my being
My power, tamed?
No just rusted like my blade on enemies,
Be alive and feel the freedom wave
Wash over me and my comrades,
I survived another battle
I survived to level up,
No - I move higher
Definitely, I'm stumbling
But I found the path to move,
A rude awakening to the weak willed
This stand for a change of pace and power,
Honor? Where is my honor?
Are you men, warriors, or witless cowards,
I am all, personally speaking
The battle rages and I still stride, alive!
You wanted a king?
But kings are not true
I title is black as the lightless sky,
My title, truly my title!
It suits me
Even when I die,
The dark nights calls to me
My title Knighted by the arms blackened by the lightless night.