Forlorn

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Adamantly I headed for that road which I do not seldom seek
There found grief and joy and pain and laughter, torn asunder
There I found you

This must be a test of which I must fight
Harness my harnesses! Equip my shoulders with blades of might
Shall I trample upon those of them plight
Strongly, securely, I am my black knight.

Constant vigilance
Faithless delays, glorious days.

Selectively, loosely, dishearteningly procuring
I forget a myriad of things