A hard-fought battle

A Battle Fought

My naked knight
fights his inner battle
as he rattles his chains
and is freed from the shackles of delusion

He has long since
cast off his armor
and sees himself
standing before me in all his glory

Oh Mistress…

His face still bowed
clad in remorseful humility
awaiting the settlement
of his accumulated debt

My naked knight has heroically
had to endure many battles
but only for me alone
does he dare to let his tears flow

Oh Mistress…

© Mrs Moriah
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