quinta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2017

Knight at dusk, king at dawn...

Who are you, coming from nowhere?
And out of nowhere, you are so much.
Who are you, with horizons in the eyes?
With flames on the chest, flying from your touch.
What world are you talking about?
Will you let me in?
You, knight at the dusk, the king at the dawn.
The voice that i hear in silence.
The one, who has the honor as a crown.
(image from Pintrest, Indulgy)