Nothing more, yet nothing less...
Choice is told for those who’re bold,
Being whispered, never sold,
With a touch and not a hit
Light of yours we tried to lit.
You may hear or may not,
Change your path or just abort,
But of this you have been taught
For your life is just so short...
Dead knights
I know, I know - the epoch's wrong,
No more bard will sing a song,
No more knight will roam the lands ...
Theirs weapons fill museum stands.
I know, I know - they are now past,
Theirs bodies nothing but a dust,
But their spirits still alive -
And for the justice they still strife.
The word and blade ... the word is blade -
And it will make its holy raid,
All sleeping knights it will awake
For good of all ... for their sake.
The knight is sworn to uphold good,
Be always vigil, fast on foot,
The knights are born to fight with evil
In their hearts as with a devil.
The knight is sworn to protect weak
And justice he shall always seek,
Those knights are always born anew -
But their numbers very few.
Is there is one to answer call?
The question made, the silence fall ...
They have embraced their dreams -
To make them fight there are no means.
I know, I know - they are long gone,
When they are killed - the world shall moan,
When they are dead, the world will cry ...
Come forth, assassins, make your try!
For I do know - the time is right
For one ferocious, one last fight ...
The knights are born to no avail,
And thus villains shall prevail.
The time will pass, the world will shift,
And virtue will once show a rift,
For there is thing that's truly sad ...
There are no knights - they all are dead.
Last question
When time will come for you to die
Will you behave like shocked guy?
Or will prefer to keep your silence?
Or rush and cry with hate in violence?
And how you'll rate your used life -
Two? Three? Four? Five?
And who will be with your that time?
And what was your life's biggest crime?
And what the question you will ask
Before it is your final dusk?
And will you face without fear
Her silent gaze, which would be near?
And what will be your final words,
Are they melodious chords?
Or will they sound just like this:
'Oh death, hold on! I beg you, please!'?
There is much time now to decide
Before it is your final night,
Until it is your final dusk
How will you answer, being asked.
For judging way of how you died
One understands of how you lived,
It may be most important thought …
And all the other matters not.
