Horror.

How could you!

Chivalrous knight

Turned shadow king's servant.

Shard of Blue worn

'Round lying throat.

Claws of silver clash against

Sword of pure lies.

"You traitor! You fiend!"

Kiwi flies in traitor's face.

I snatch One of Blue's last remains

The bluejay puts into sleep

The knight of darkness deep.

"Friend, let us find Shadow King and save Blue's soul!" 

I watch in dismay as Silver and Knight fight

it is a horrid sight.

New ally and old friend

Fighting in the beginning for something that must end.

The knight defends himself valliantly,

for though the king is who is seen

That is who has been

not who is.

The Jay flies at the weakened guard

and he falls down hard

he has lost the battle.

Watching through this cursed eye

I watch as Silver draws nigh

and holds the necklace, my cage in clawed hands.

I wish to tell them,

I long to tell them,

The king is dead, the eye a gift

from father to son

across an unmendable rift.

For the son disaproved,

though the king still thought

he was with him,

though he was not.

~The knight of night fades

encroached, devoured by his blackness

Decay, disloyalty

distrust, dismemberment

peace falls upon piece

but the stench remains

the forgotten escapees

stumble

slowly

up

up

up

a new light envelopes them

Kiwi

Silver

and not

they are free

the duo reach out to their doubles

and merge 

their freedom

But it was black

the stars and moon

Exist

not without cost 

For where is the great guard of Tarlik?~