The Immortal Death.

Time slowed down, The sky became darker, clouds are like Greek myth monsters up at the sky, a thick fog is spreading around him, the knight looked around, and his eyes looked everywhere, memories chased the knight in every portion ever existed on earth and every point in the life time line. He put his helmet on his head, his hand on his bright sword and pulled it to the sky, he gave all his ultimate power to his sword, and he was like a tiger sensing his end, entering one last battle to die fighting, but the enemy was inside his soul, so,...he moved his sword that was heading up the sky to put it right on his heart!!!. With a smile drawn on his face he decided to sacrifice him self to win his battle, he killed time, memories, pain, and imperfection. He killed LOVE. The knight died. And the sky started shading tears over a knight who choose immortality and glory, who choose to live as a noble man and die as a knight holding his sword.

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أنا كامل لكن الأخطاء تملأني...أنا ملاك لكن الغريزة تحكمني...أنا شاعر لكن الهجاء يغريني…أنا جميل لكن القباحة تسبقني…أنا جليد لكن المشاعر تسكنني…أنا صامت ذو كلام يستصرخ…أنا رجل يعانق دمية…أنا طفل يملك الحكمة…أنا موجود في الظل فقط…أنا كيان مستقل فى شكله متشكل فى كيانه…أنا كاتب تلك السطور…و مازلت أجتهد فى تفسيرها