There are moments, when looking straight
Men shall triumph. Few of them count
Within seconds. These in a fight
When old is world. The time is round.

He does not know. Being so odd
That circled ice. Pupils in eyes
Endless as while. Dark knight is card
But surprised I. Around calm sigh.

I feel gloom heart, inserted me
In depth of soul. Fall is in ground
Twisted thoughts pass. In misted mound
Flesh is cringing. Teasingly see.

He is raising, his blade not sharp
No danger feel. No face of his
Nothing covered. Grasp me to kiss
Black steel armour. All dreams end warp.