katie - my knight

my knight is sat in a foreign land
looking at the sun
his crusade is over
his battle has been won
his sword thrown by his side
killed many a man
from distances far and wide
he feels that warming sun
upon his tiered face
his war paint starts to run
and armour begin fade
untill he is no longer a soldier
but the boy for whom i prayed

katie

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