Wake Up. Poem by Catya Prager

My quaint little knight
Got at least one thing right
He said his worry outweighed his love
And so his soul can never go above
Above Above Above
He's trapped under this really thin ice.
And I want to scream;
To blow him a kiss and wake him up
To bring him to today.
But the knight is dead.
He's always been dead.
He died before he was born.
And I've been worrying 'bout him.
I have to leave now because I worry too hard.
And I'm afraid.
Fear that I will die and go underwater.
It overbears me.
I don't want to be your rusty knight.
Wake up and start to fight.