A really weird poem that would not leave me alone so I sat down and penned it.. enjoy .. |
-The White Knight Talking Backwards- by Keaton Foster Sensible has left town And thus my mind The world known No longer grows Another one remains Created by me An insane paradise Full of shifting creatures Abominations of many species All needing to be slain I have not the courage Nor the gut for such violence But I am sure who does I know him quite well In absolute darkness He appears as a millions rays of light A focal point When nothing else can be seen He is the white night talking backwards His words, jumbled truths That I must decipher Nonsense that I must turn Into freely flowing ideas My life has become about him I am a slave to his cause A whore to his purpose I know no better And if I did that would not change What it is I feel that I must do Whoever sent him to save me May have as well sent him to condemned me The line between the two is quite short A minuscule indicator within absolute blackness Only through his light am I able to see Only through his words will I become free The white night talking backwards speaks Nothing in life and in my mind Is meant to be easy Impossible impossibilities are my god My king of ideas and epic thoughts Each time the white knight speaks More of who I am, myself is exposed Each time he speaks his twisted words I uncover more, moving the darkness away With the light of the his auspicious ways Each ray, every single beam I have come to willingly believe Will shatter the darkness forever Will burn away the madness of me Leaving something unknown Something that I can spend The rest of my days Embracing and never again hating The white knight talking backwards Will save me if I can decipher his words And set them straight for the world Around all of us to read… The White Knight Talking Backwards Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |