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midsummer solstice
the knight of the summer is dead, they say.
he has given all of himself to the darkness
and the darkness dug her nails in; clawing, screaming, howling
at a moon on a solstice night.
she took her fill with her blade of ice.
with the fresh crisp snow, with each flake, each tear
from the scared boy blue bawling
from her lost wee lamb.
the knight of the summer is dead, they say.
he has given all of himself to the darkness.
when the storm's lord left for lands fairer, fitter, better.
and the ink-black hurt crept into his heart.
he took his fill on midsummer's morn,
with the bright new leaves, with each kiss, each smile,
from the smiling boy blue laughing,
from his blue-haired sunshine man.
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For Kasha
When all around are shaken, despairing hearts within,
You remain a stoic, sweet homeland, calm,
Counteracting a youthful lunacy, containing innocent sin
O! Friend, with thy steady heart, thy open palm,
Fear not the future, nor the hearts of others,
For the world is not as dark as you fear it be,
And in all hatred the sweetness smothers,
And the love that seems so absentee,
Is waiting for that one bright moment of truth
When all is done and future folly complete
And we remained a honeyed eternal youth
With an entire human race to meet.
So fear not, oh dearest friend, for the dread of passing days
and live forever in a blade of grass, and dance in summers haze.
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knights of summer
there was one day last summer you called me your knight of the flowers.
stood on a high street knee deep in my broken dreams and
your stupid smirk and all our woes left at the school gates
(for our freedom was well fought and taken and
examinations of some societal nature fell away
from minds filled full with nothing much in particular)
you smiled like you knew when the world would end
and you named me your knight of flowers.
(in my heart, you had come like a storm.)
the autumn came.
and you barely spoke a word to me.
passing me in streets we once knew together and looking down like I was nothing
but the grey gum at our feet
but the discarded McWrapper rolling away down the street
but the almosts
the could have beens
the should have beens
(we were never the will have beens, my dear.)
I had become nothing more than the fog
that settled around the top of the tower, clinging like a seasoul.
you called me your knight of the flowers.
but he was always a knight of the summer time.
the knight
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George Cook
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19 yr old poet, photographer and occasional artist.
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PoetryOD Featured By Owner May 14, 2015
Thanks for the fave :love:
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PoetryOD Featured By Owner May 10, 2015
Thanks for the fave :]
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PoetryOD Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2015
Thanks for the watch :love:
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