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Bruises that flesh has torn apart

Appear as the day’s colours

A vital flaw in the rempart

That Time credits with due valours

All white the knight and the lady

See rooked the tower of babble

Talking away night malady

On this bored of dust and rubble;

Smart believes the jester thinks

Before the power of a pawn

When any and all can be kinks

Although few do see a next dawn

Without a blade through their shoulder,

Many revere the common shop

A Tentalus with a boulder

Moving no church but a bishop

For what belief is but they lack

From the great ship, upon their deck,

Both sea and night are robbed in black

Power not to be kept in check –

And while others content in par

Simply replace the missing stone

Some twilight battle deepened scar

Must etch itself into the bone.

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What is felt can be no words.