My Dark Knight

It was late when I ran from my dark knight

I was writing goodbyes in the dim moonlight

My arms were numb; pouring out dark blood

It covered the letters, my body, and all of the mud

At one point I had been scared of that dark yard

But at this time, even attempting to feel fear was hard

I laid against that dark, old, decaying gravestone

No longer shivering, ice cold to the bone