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The blind knight without a knife in the night
Who shall never reach the light
Since his light no longer shines
Since his eyes shall be dry
Since his mind is so clear
Since his life shall need no rise
The earth which is bearing him
So kind and broad
The sky which smiles upon him
So vast and bright
Sweet nectar of charm
Blinding his senses beetle blind
Junoesque beauty of lust
Leading his way with its scent
Whenever he shall go
However he shall be
It shall keep him alive
It shall bless his life
Flower of the night
The blind night leading the blind knight
He needs no knife as he desires no light
Merely following the fragrance
As he searchs for his divine
Flower of the knight
A poem I've written lately (when I couldn't use the Internet), and will probably need some changes.