Crusader's death
Forlorn, forsaken and betrayed
He glanced, reproachful, at the sky
Here down in the forest glade
The bleeding knight was left to die.
He made his way to Empty tomb
The emptiness demands a corpse.
He made his way to his own doom.
The changeless sky it never warps.
Eternal sunshine never ends.
In vain he challenged moorish blade
He's left by God, by king, by friends
Forlorn, forsaken and betrayed.
Crusader s death
© Copyright: Павел Арещенко, 2021
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