Am I as potent,
as perfect,
as the knight who holds me
in an ungenerous grip?
Or am I mere speck
worthy of disdain
worthy nonetheless,
of
defeating,
slaying
‘expiring’
lives
in never ending battles?
Or am I slick beauty,
nonchalantly
winning
days and nights,
skies and oceans,
curls and pearls,
for my palace royals?
What if I am,
an entity inanimate –
plain, but playing
slain, yet slaying
hearts
minds
souls?
Evilly shining,
in universal battlefields…
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