White Knight
i snuggle down
for i am dipped in traces of shame
the white knight,
rides once again
but my past remains a muddle,
fly tipped,
and partially ripped
with vengeful wings
gloriously ripped
i am sorry,
for the times morality played wide
there, on the outward flank
the times when my credit,
has zeroed in the bank
but do not worry,
for the the tide of change is upon us
and this body of water
will wash away all sinful behaviour
James Garratt – September 2023
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White Knight – Written September 2023 (Aged 48)
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