I will write about the girl that made love to me under the night sky after she had poured out her soul with me under the retreat in dusk
The girl that bared her soul like a knight’s sword naked
Under the moon light
And suddenly her soul started glowing light like a knight’s sword
Under the moon light.

She was the knight, her soul was the sword
As she opens her throat to let escape chapters of the battles she’s been through
Chapters she’s written on and on
And ridden on
With a horse of literature.
Neat writing because her life contained a disastrous creature.

Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin