The Knight - poem

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The knight held the once weeping girl in his arms

She was not weeping anymore

The warmth from her brown skin was no more

The light in her eyes dead and gone

Her legs hung over his forearms

Her dress was as white as snow.

The colour of frosting on a wedding cake

Blood dripped from her wrists. Two long, deep slits.

Her eyelids fluttered with the last signs of life

She looked at the knight and then said her final goodbyes

The knight watched as she bled out

He whispered a prayer underneath his breath to whatever God did or didn’t exist

To a god she did or didn’t believe in.

He set her in a raft and placed it on the river

She faded away down the stream to a place of no pain.