My Dwindling Knight

Nov 16, 2022

1 min read

By Aeshwarya Singh

The beetle blood-red,

Has come forth and led,

My dwindling knight,

With armour of light.

He speaks of words,

Unheard before,

Sets free bluebirds,

Up high they soar.

Don’t wither away, my dwindling knight.

Go scaling skies, my childish kite.

The boy called ‘Hope’, has cut your rope,

Go fly the most spellbinding flight.

By Aeshwarya Singh

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