A silent knight
Eyes lost in contemplation
His spirit in a glass
Almost empty
Out of the reach
Of the civilised
He sits apart
Not knowing how to fit in
Even though the blood spilt
Was spilt in their name
Even though the barbarity
Is what they cheer on
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