Image by Андрей Сидоренко from Pixabay
Riddle me this. The night of the fallen angel something came from the light. It wasn’t a savior. It was the night. A shining knight that was ready to fight.
They laughed at him, wondering where was his might. They didn’t know what bestowed, for he didn’t show them anything.
But before they knew it, they blew it. Time had past, they passed.
They will not sleep into that narrative, but instead awake and recognize it is just…
I found the seed, when I was sweeping the floor, all alone between the cracks…
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