Coma
by Nathan Marchand
I lie upon a deathbed,
My life-thread pulled taut against
The edge of the Fates’ knife.
Scorned by the hellcats and scoundrels
Who beat me and left me to die,
I cling to life thanks only to
The brave and persecuted few
Who still love me.
I am Chivalry,
And I am not dead, but asleep.
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Ah…I didn’t think I remembered this until I got to the end. Some nice images. I especially like the life-thread and the Fates’ knife.