Lonely Knight

"An odd night for the dancing crows,"

The cruel world spoke to the child.

"For no music could ever start,
To ease the rthymn to ease the pain..."

Realising then the young mind did:
The end of the beginning had come in.

But to the absent mind, all was dark.
Everything within the endless dream.

"Yet they wait," continued the silent word.

And the trembling eyes were closed again,
So the end could still not finish.

And the mind still slept ... dreaming.