knights of smoke.

knights of smoke. wandering refugees, hiding in tunnels and in the sky.
stealing stars and giving them to those who don't need them.
robbing the rich to feed the sinners.
these are not the heroes we expected.
but who are we to decide?
Chivalry is not dead, but redefined
by the children of everything, running through the tunnels
straight through the night and into the morning, fearless.

running blind.
No end in sight.

knights of lust and broken things.
Jumping out windows to see how far they'll fall,
knowing one day they'll just keep falling into their lives
and the freedom will just be a memory.
They jump to feel solid ground beneath their bare feet,
reassuring their youth and vitality.
a broken day for true love,
bodies swaying together,
alone.

I need this.

knights of well-delivered bullshit.
I'm in it for the tunnels,
leading me home.
And the rooftops we jump off
to feel the earth beneath our feet.

robbing the rich to feed the sinners.