Gambling Metaphors

A Knight’s Tale

IMG_0458-001She was a mistake that was made.

She was the outcome of an unwanted fate.

Morals gave her birth.

A weak conscience brought her up.

No wonder, she was born a knight.

She had no father or mother.

Her parent was only love.

She was not someone’s youthful dream.

She was the face of reality.

No wonder, she was born a knight.

She grew on her subconscious.

She fed on kindness.

Her eyes only searched a cause.

Her hands knew their hold.

She was the core made of light.

She was a promise to herself.

No wonder, she was born a knight.

As the days passed,

The weak conscience became weaker.

The morals were depleting.

The love was fading.

No wonder, she was born a knight.

And ….

… As the days passed,

The weak conscience became weaker.

Her lonely walk caught the eyes of many.

They knew she was the child of mistake.

No wonder, she was born to be slain.

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