The Cadaver Knight

Once upon a time
In a land not very far away,
There was a young enby,
A peasant child
Naive and frightened by
The demons that resided
In their mind.
The demons would croon
And whisper foul things,
Making them question
The love of those around
Their morals, their own being.
They would come and take a stand
On the person’s chest
Lodge their fingers in their throat,
Amplify all sounds, all around.
Life is never easy,
The demons lived on that,
Getting strengths from the trails
That the person had to face every day.
Their friends tried to help,
All knights in their own rights,
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Their counsel was a flaming sword
That chased the demons for a few nights.
This is the story of one such knight.
A beauty in her own right,
With brains that far exceeded her might,
A true friend, she was,
Always there to listen when she could,
Her advice was honest and harsh
Yet soothing and gentle as she would.
She would spin music in darkness
She would dance to the sun’s rays
She would look at cadavers
And see knowledge in their lifeless gaze.
Full of respect for others
Full of understanding of the reality
Of life, of love, of misery, of mercy
Her counsel was a welcome one,
That eased the demon’s grip faster
Then the sword of anyone.
She would teach our peasant
How to soothe the hurts
Left by the demon’s grips
Of how to salve the bruises
That littered their skin.
Things other knights forgot,
In fighting the demon’s whispers,
They forgot the damage left behind,
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Yet this new knight made that her
Area of expertise,
How to soothe hurts left
By demons and disease.
A healer and a knight.
A beauty fair
Her thoughts bright
She was a true friend
And that none
Can ever deny.