The poetry of red knight

obey the walls the knight looks up into the coldest of eyes does not feel his body anymore floating the walls command that he stays within reach for the coldest of eyes * the floors remember knight's hands searches velvet reaches opening encounters limitless temperence encounters ropes of iron screams of a knight over the stone floors the floors remember looks away knows that nothing will help him now * crucified indistinct memories of a crown of thorns intoxicated tittering bulging rosebud surrounded by generations to come in the night of suffering beauty is manifested * rune stone my name shall be engraved into his gender where it shall stand erected as a deterent * the king dreaming deep sleep we have no limits the knight and i we lick each otherīs insides i touch all weak threads he dresses himself in armour i am stunned i insert my finger under the metal it hardens the knight becomes the stranger i am not aware he leads me into darkness where i cease where i get everything i ever imagined days rush towards me i run and push them aside i rush rush now itīs me whoīs the death hour

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