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The Black Knight 

Chipped is the black knight
still he sits
he is broken and
not alone
surrounded by others, all the same
he is an outcast
the black knight moves
he jumps and
he is silent
in his side, a gaping wound
he is silent
everyone else dances around the black knight
he is still
cracked is the black knight
he is not alone

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  • A poem by 15-year-old Antonia Bellamy-Talbot.


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