They sit around a fire
Talk of what used to be
How they feel alive
When they travel carefree...
Some are on the run
From a dark past
How they felt lost n' alone
They thought forever would last...
They pass the bottle
Of whiskey aroun'
Stare as a moth hits the flames
Dies making a crackling soun'...
A new one had joined their ranks
A couple of months ago
Poetry is his trade
Blackknight is the name they know...
Hey Blackknight
Write a poem for me
Make it dark
Make it melancholy...
With pencil in hand
He begins to write
About the mood of
A starless moonless night...
JJSweets 29Mar23 04:52 hrs
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