Rhoda Athena Manalili
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Caitlin Castillo
Graphic Artist
Rusted Heart of Gold
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Have you heard, have you heard? Of the gossip of late鈥
Of the knight who once walked these streets, merry in his work as he guarded the gates?
With his smile so bright and his laughter the sweetest sound,
How it would echo throughout the city, spreading joy to everyone around?
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Do you remember, I wonder, all those years ago,
When his eyes were so bright, twinkling with hope?
How he held pride in himself for how he fought for what was right,
And with his benevolent nature, worked for a better tomorrow in sight.
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But alas, childhood fantasies were never known to last.
Had no one warned him of how his heroic books lied to him in the past?
I remember so well, when his whole world fell apart.
The golden rules of karma he鈥檇 learned, but they had no use for his broken heart.
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His madness consumed him, they say, when he lost all that he had,
The glimpse of reality hit him hard as the facade of his privileges collapsed.
With the true atrocities of man, the pious young boy was faced with what was true,
It showed him no mercy and left him no honor as the tragedy crumbled his whole worldview.
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He was never the same after that, not in the slightest.
Gone was his knightly chivalry, replaced with a stone heart at its mightiest.
Blinded he is now by a broken illusion of the justice he once lived for,
No longer will his once noble blade ever again be as pure as it was before.
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How could he still believe that all he’s doing is justified,
After all that have lost their lives to his wrath, in meaningless fights, they鈥檝e died?
He thinks that what he鈥檚 doing is no worse than what he鈥檚 seen other people have done,
But is that truly an excuse for his merciless fits, his heartlessness after the battles he鈥檚 won?
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Where has the kind young knight gone, he who helped people with a smile?
Has he truly spiraled into insanity, his good heart twisted until it died in denial?
This world has changed him for the worse, I fear, on this new path he鈥檚 chosen to pursue.
饾悁饾悷饾惌饾悶饾惈 饾悮饾惀饾惀, 饾惒饾惃饾惍 饾悶饾悽饾惌饾悺饾悶饾惈 饾悵饾悽饾悶 饾悮饾惉 饾悮 饾悺饾悶饾惈饾惃, 饾惃饾惈 饾惀饾悽饾惎饾悶 饾惀饾惃饾惂饾悹 饾悶饾惂饾惃饾惍饾悹饾悺 饾惌饾惃 饾惏饾悮饾惌饾悳饾悺 饾惌饾悺饾悶 饾惎饾悽饾惀饾惀饾悮饾悽饾惂 饾悰饾悶饾悳饾惃饾惁饾悶 饾惒饾惃饾惍.