And now, at last I have come out On top You are vanquished As a fallen knight of old As I ride tall and proud Over the field of victory But No one seems to be cheering The smoke and haze still hang in the air All I can hear is the wind blowing The celebrating onlookers are gone And I see now Clearly My fallen comrade My friend And all the king's horses And all the king's men Have turned sadly And silently Away A life My life Without honor And a victory Has been won To no other purpose Than to feed The ever-circling buzzards Of vanity
So he looks back with one long last regret;
That love and body once were his – that smile –
But given who he was and has become,
The miracle’s that she was his
Awhile
Now every mem’ry’s like a sting
To pierce my reddened skin:
Collapse infecting everything
And failure rife within
The things I know I should have done
Lie broken on the floor;
Like toys saved for some day of fun
That’s gone
Forevermore
Regret –
The last guest to leave
After the party is long over
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(Inspired by this amazing poem)
