The After math of the end of his world,
Being swept and kept away.
Is the pure utter result of how this world,
will surely prey.
Taking advantage of his only weakness,
To even this day.
Leaving the darkest light of the knight,
in a shattered disarray.
languages of torment whiskey bent,
with his heart they play.
This mind set if met,
will allow the brain to grow,
To show, filling the right parts with grey.
Meeting a handful of fallen angels,
Who share a shade of pain,
to the advice they say.
Learning from the agonizing yearning,
Adapting to this silence to stay.
Growing stronger the more longer,
for correct timing it will pay.
Desiring to be with his inspiring Innocent weakness,
That keeps him from this worldly decay.
Enduring the endever forever,
standing alone this seems to be the only true way.
The Dark Knight will rise again,
With the other piece of his heart,
they will conquer and win.
Until then,
Residing, confiding, in the north east corner haunting within.
Training for that day with the polar bears and boogeymen.
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