The Knight unfound is lost amid faces sunk into our ground.
Show me, hear me, I beg, I plea. May I stay, dare I flee?
Will I show you, will you see? You’re here, after all. Come to see my fall?
Guide my heart, little star. Show me now, is it far?
Where do roads go past this scar?
Roar of days ancient fire twist ‘round my finger, twisting mire.
Will I show you, will you see? The knight unfound, with sleeping bee.
No matter the path I take from here, all is peaceful fear.
“No turns, next 50 miles”, no burns, no smiles.
Knifes edge highway, follow your glowing skyway.
No lines to cross, just uncomplicated direction. No bumps or humps, a subtle detection.
Loops with no condition, quiet night’s introspection. Pain’s stealthy blight, black hearts affection.
Forward or onward, a decisions resurrection. Temptation, a courageous heart’s great imperfection.
Take these wanderings, mind disinfection. Born to fly, gravity’s harsh interjection.
If only to hold, this glowing recollection. Fear the fear, this long disconnection.
Above and below, both paths reflection. Do I see, or is this just my predilection?
I am unclear, even my own objection. Guide me along, proper deflection.