Monday, June 14, 2010

Dark Knight

He walks in darkness
Like a knight
Of cloudy climes
Under broiling skies.

Rent asunder by lightning streaks
He speaks
In tongues
And make belief.

Seeking absolution
From a life torn
By disillusion
A Bedouin.Careworn.

Oft traversed in a single day
Holding sway. Give nothing away.

Are there answers
A new destination?
Or will he
Meander like a stream
Forever in a dream
Of his own creation?

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