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Knight of the Heart (knightsheart)

Poetry, Short stories, Blog, Titan

Last Curtain call comes,
For a shining moment praise,
Then our crowd egresses.

Desolate stage stands,
In urban decay rubble,
A lost monument.

Full Moon Magic calls,
Theater fills with ghosts of greats.
A dance Façade starts.

Our number is next,
Love songs by tragic lovers,
We knock ‘em quite dead.

We kiss and go back,
Where jealous bullets killed us,
In our lovers rest.

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