We may slip into oblivion
Though only through the cracks of sanity
Wherever a mast rises
Does it not pierce the skin?
Cut the roots
Those bleeding vessels
That wrap around the bones of noblemen
No matter how deep we bury them
The Knights shield becomes the weak foundation
Upon which the bridge is built
When it collapses into the divide
Under the goose-stepping feet
Will these warriors not be suffocated,
By the pride of their fallen banner?

NICE

Nice poem .

As always, I appreciate the acknowledgement, y'all.