8.15 p.m.

(or 2015)

by blew d'muse

knights in white satin

frippery errant

betters they've smitten

slippery their end

duty i always missed

being saddled sore

just what all this means

i don't really know

blazin' at people

lance upon lance

arms strong unfolded

don't you understand

suns try to melt me

eyes age intent

eight fifteen pm

time, it is to end