By Filipe Palma
He is better than the knight
Greater than the king
For one’s armor reflects too much light
The other is legitimate as his wedding ring
Those lack no money but peace of mind
Glistening everywhere but in the heart
What is there left for them to find?
If they can see the mirror but in a life that is falling apart
In blighted dreams they might feel the end
That for a second scaters their pride
But by the waking hour it is easy to seemingly mend
The demons that appeared realer than the tears when they previously cried
But not him who lives a lightly life in rags
Who accepted Love and not lovers as his walking path
Who went through and away from the broken and their flags
Who never feared but learned and healed his neighbors’ wrath