The King Of Dark Knight

She was not only beautiful,

but courageous and brave

she was always alone,

it was just some love that she carved.

she was strong enough to fight the world,

but weak against herself

she had thunder in her eyes,

peace in her smile,

but tears and nose bleed every night.

she never showed her weakness to the daylight,

but could never overshadow her tears every fortnight.

she lost everything she loved

right from the start,

To unloved everyone and everybody

became her new art.

she learned she cannot love the brightness,

so she changed her path towards the dark,

to enlighten herself

with newspeak.

there she had no one to love

and no one to lose,

she was not more afraid of anything

cause she had no one to choose from.

she walked along with the darkness

just like a free soul,

unless she found a clown

playing with the echo of darkness all alone.

she looked right through his eyes, “so happy and joyful”

that’s what he showed to the bright world being proud.

but, drowning into his magnetic eyes

she found a child, scared and away from the crowd.

hypnotized, mesmerized, she got tears in her eyes,

which she thought she would never have, oh disguise!

she was exactly the opposite of a clown,

where she demanded darkness being in bright

he had the darkness of his own!

the soul needed freedom and flight,

so she gave herself the blight.

the more she drowned,

the more she frowned.

In the end when she thought she got his

soul into the bright,

she realized it was just herself, all alone

without even getting his soul known.

it wasn’t her but the clown

being the king of the dark knight.

who helped every soul coming into the dark

back to the bright light.

he always shined like a plane mirror,

reflecting one’s self with no error.

and never showed the dull side,

just to make everything right.

but this time,

he cried for the first time.

unlike for any other soul

this time he got badly infected,

the journey HER soul saw

was what HIS life reflected!