The Fool, The Knight.

by Violet

I’d still die for her if she asked me to. And have my bones dance for her crooked smile..

Those glistering-soft lips say their angelic words, still.

Yet I’m only obedient to the orders of nothing but those stormy eyes; In need of them to wreck havoc and awaken the dead shores within once more.

So the princess’ fool of a knight, indeed I’d be. Just ask it of me.

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