On the Burning Edge

  (2/5)

Alone and burning, the knight stands
on the edge, ’bout to surrender
to his fate, arms abandoned, oaths forgotten.
Love's wicked trap- no mercy whatsoever.

There he stands, waiting for his wings,
searching answers in the winds,
reasons as to why he must not let go.

All the beauties life once gifted to
the knight, burning bright,
standing on the burning edge,
all alone.


(It's incomplete cuz dumb 11 yr old me scribbled on the rest of the lines, and now i can't make it out :/ )
(*major eye roll*)

P.S: this is 2 of 5 poems/songs i wrote when i was 11.

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