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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.