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to marvel in the throes of your own mind, at the excellence that you yourself created inside. Once long ago, far back in time, you tried your best, the best you could to stand from the rest, But no matter what you tried, tried as you did, whatever the reason, no matter how bright you shined, You were somewhere in my expectations, that I could never find. What would it mean to you to be given a chance, to live in the world you wished to exist? What would it entail to be granted your dreams? Perhaps the answers lie in the breeze of these nostalgic trees. To stand by those heroes you’ve expected to forever adore, To stand for the morals that these knights had implored. And you as a putty; asking to be influenced, Idolizing your champions as the victors of your bastion. You, so young, never would come to expect, That the legends of heroes were only tales of fiction. That this BlackLuster armor, was made to protect, But flawed in ways that were poised to be pierced. For a Knight in all respects is merely a symbol of honor, Regardless of the fabrics that the legend is draped in. Luckily for you, you’ve grown to expect, that these ideals can never truly exist. For the Knight that you loved, was not meant to be, A fictitious love you could never seem to cease. So abandon your hero, for something more tangible, Mourning not for your dreams, deemed so flammable. Alas, all is not lost, as the moral lives on and unfolds, For the Knight’s prideful story, Is a tale meant to be told. [Type text] Anthony K. Rosales