Poetic Knight

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02/17/2026

Death & midnight

Fog creeping,
blackness screaming,
The pitch of Demons hype

Glory be the maskerade of " horns of the Goat "

Erected hate! Demonic in speach and Manish gestures toward hell,

The Castle of skulls surrounded by the blood of
Saints.. steaming sulfur which rises from the

red ,black, blood moat
Nakedness ni***es ,..

they lust for it was malice,
and terrible habits,

as they goulishly howl "Tun ri dug" "praise too he of Shadow!"

Confusion,blasphemy,Anxiety of law , & pride below !

Death & midnight

They masterbatted Malevolently as it correlated fear

as they moved, pranced and Dance to another

Angel’s ~forbidden lust, he was laughing nasty

and they were seduced by the Ritual, lethal the

cheer of dispare & psychosis ! Drivin,and attached to problems

of murder , bloodshed,,and Angel’s Demonic

chronic madness !

Death & midnight

The vail is thinner in the Witching hour , so

chanting, there pupils of white fright and they

would Take of any devilish sister pregnant and

within shadows

deviant

Cut her belly and crying of babe was apparently

Misleading

Master of cemeteries witches Melancholy

moving in a Methodical way of sacrifice

Speaking in a poetic Malevolent language

Black forths came from there mouths

Witches of the left .they were blinded by

Prayer love,and faith
To the almighty

Tongues of the holy
A multitude fighting

War is at hand,the lost books needs to be read from the heart with Might!

The heavenly host of the Right! Glory ..be
Glory ..be
Whom was summoned at

Death of midnight !

Writing by : Poetic Knight or Knight of the pen - 2" as well AndreHope Thomas
Death of Midnight
Knight of the Pen 's poetry & Image storytelling

02/10/2026

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COULD IT BE TRUE

Eyes… a melancholy surprise,
A soul of kindred dwelling there.
Take your heart with warmth and care.

Could it be true—
Or even trivial?
Momentous, yet biblical.

Place love in the sky;
Right the wrongs you gradually deny.

Listen to my story.
Hear my poetry.

Serenades from glaciers,
Mountains, jungles, and deserts—
To bonfire songs.

A prelude through pain:
Breaking shackles, passing through chains.

Pure hearts—
An eagle of bravery.
Rainbow fields… I think it’s coming, coming,
Coming
For my rebirth.
Bequest be my yield?

Daisies gliding,
Love-making chills.
Listen to my poetry—
Take in this spill.

Thunder in the rain
Reveals hurt
And snow-covered pain.

Could it be true?

“I and I,” and the eye knows you.
That’s right, sweetness—
What’s happening is the truth.

Could it be true?

My bottled-up heart,
This imprisoned soul
Whispers—
“I love you… I love you…”

Could it be true?

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© 2026 Andrehope Thomas
Poetic Knight
All Rights Reserved

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Why?
Why did they only do one movie
that made you believe?

Why?
Why did they only do one song
that made you sing along?

Listen to my sorrow.
Listen, ol’ Lord,
to my love-song howl,
depending on hope—
the gem of tomorrow.

I knew these anomalies:
setbacks, life attacks,
and unconstitutional acts—
inevitable magnets
for maniacs,
sadistic freaks,
manufacturing systems
that employ fanatics.

Mother… oh mother,
do you think they’ll like this poem?
Freedom of our love once was—
within the confines of our youngness,
kissed by the Lord
and manfully touched by innocence.
We walked in holy footsteps,
unaware of how fragile
purity truly is.

Listen to my sorrow.
Listen, ol’ Lord,
to my love-song howl,
depending on hope—
the gem of tomorrow.

Heart and soul among you and I—
The chosen,
we are to save the soul
before the body dies.

So, as ambient surroundings whisper,
crisp and bold,
syllable by syllable—

From the darkness,
the inevitable sharpness.
Hand in hand—
a lover’s glance.

"Hope is a Gem of Tomrrow"!

Gem Is Tomorrow ©
Written by: Poetic Knights Ofpen
a.k.a. AndreHope Thomas
Knight of the Pen
Art: Poetic Knight of the pen - 2"