A night and the knight

Playing under the grey cloud
a red haired girl like a little hurried lightning
under the blossom cherry trees she is shining
but she is only wearing a white shroud

the world of living is so loud

thru the suffering and pain
no one’s life should be in vain
redemption is on heaven’s indifferent rain
but then what would she have to gain?

she couldn’t win this game
shallow grounds bought her shame
a love and a wounded crane

drunken steps and lonely cries
among the sweet and easy lies

a girl born with an undeniable right
didn’t stand a chance upon the glooming night
alas! In reality there is no living knight

justice is just a mere word
it doesn't have the edge of a sword

she said under the darkened sky
refusing to fly high


Maria Rodopoulou