An End That Didn't Reach It's Time

There was one night,
On the ashes, on his knees, a knight,
His head rested on the hilt of his sword,
Prayer was only his word,

Darkness came, the night engulfed,
The reaper arrived, the pain dissolved,
He raised his scythe,
Ready make his swing with his might,

For a distance rushed out came a guardian,
His arms carved with a crest of a lion,
Charging at the speed of light,
His presence brighten the night,

He rushed- fast he came,
His fists reached out- the scythe he held,
He yelled, "NOT NOW!", at the reaper, he proclaimed,
He yelled "NOT YETT", the scythe he mightily held,

The Guardian looked,
By his voice the knight shook,
The Guardian spoke,
"This is not the end", in tears the knight broke,
The Guardian knew, the knight's heart was broken,
He mended the heart, made it stronger made it unshaken,

The Guardian pushed the Reaper back,
Threw away the scythe like a sack,
The Reaper knew his time has past,
In this battle it has lost,

The Guardian has made his stand,
The night left the land,
The knight stood up, the land he saw
There stood the Guardian before him, he wept in awe.

- Tejh




I am Tejh, a 25 year old discovering and understanding life's mysterious ways. In the process of making things right and living by faith (insanely). I enjoy art and rhymes, and through hip hop I discovered how interesting wordplay can be. I write to express a deeper side of my personality, my writing picks up where spoken word stops.

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