Knights and Kings, As You Said

And to think it all started with a simple

Crevice, a gap in the pavement,  calm and

Quiet, yet we have learned that

The small things matter most.

Such simple things lie and depend upon

The absence of hope in a despairing scene.

But that's what makes us human, is it not?

A wise person once said that you shouldn't

Blame yourself for the inevitable, like a

Hurricane placing the guilt on the wrecked town.

I hold my broken morals to that, for I have tumbled

Down the slope of forgiveness, and I'm afraid I

Didn't get up at the bottom, coward as I am.

The End

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