I stand on the other side of this screen, hands stretched.
The desire to do better, to help etched,
Across the worry lines in my forehead,
The light in my eyes ignite, letting you know chivalry is not dead.
Instead I urge you to rest your head on this shoulder,
I’ll be your rock, your foundation your boulder.
I will not waver nor falter in your times of despair,
Hold my hand, I’ll accompany you through hell I swear.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016


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