Dusk-Kniade

Script, characters Jinto & Yingqin belong to @DKniade Blue belongs to @lukewarm.iq (IG) with Dusk’s interpretations. ------------------------------ BLUE. A righteous but direct birdman lieutenant who's in charge of the knights. The second in command under King Frederick Lyon Williams III. JINTO. A money-loving, jewelry-seeking goat thief and self-proclaimed engineer who’s a wanted criminal in the kingdom he lives in. YINGQIN. A green parrot and a non-binary bard who uses flowery imagery and literary language in their speech. Jinto’s travelling companion. Forest clearing. Midday. BLUE is in the air and about to fly down to grab JINTO. YINGQIN is watching from the side. YINGQIN: Thy feet doth carry thy weight! Be nimble as lightning and dodge the villain’s incoming talons! BLUE: Who is this yelling citizen? JINTO dodges BLUE and slides across the ground, resulting in dust flying up from his hooves. JINTO: Just a bard. Focus on me, you birdbrain! BLUE pulls out his sword and

You and I, We had a past together, But now there’s nothing left between us That’s worth remembering. This is not a love poem. What had been teamwork and music Are now tunes I somewhat hate, Forcing me to remember The times I cannot give a name to. Passing each other on the street, I look the other way. I tremble, And avoid, And try to push it all away. It is not one-on-one, But five-on-one, So how should I react to it? The past that catches up and nags me? “There was an ‘us’!” “We were a team!” That past remembers, And repeats these words. The member from the past Walks up and asks, “Why did you leave?” Do not remind me!! The history of our past Taints and colours my present, And mere simple tunes, Stir up a fire I wish to extinguish. There’s a line drawn between us, Separating me from this group. It’s a glass wall I cannot cross, And my mind is clouded by the “bad times”. The dog growls And starts to hate the approachers, Cornered by those once dear— Or should I say

poem: Dusk / @DKniade inspired by ippo.tsk’s song and MV, “your sky, my name” i Black feathers enter my line of sight. ii An unspeakable loneliness Swells up within me As I look down from the sky. The path I once walked on Is out of my reach. The trail leading back home Is gone. But for my grand design to work There has to be miles of Suffocating distance between us. We haven’t reached that point yet, No. So won’t you please Just speak to me? I beg of you to Say something! All eyes shall be on you In this monologue, this one-act play. The spotlight is stolen And I’m nothing but your shadow. Is your heart devoid of regrets? These eyes don’t fall on me. Got no dialogue, the silent face. The curtains are swollen. You’re their comet and their light show. Is my heart consumed by sorrow? I’m taking back the pride That was bound to your name. I’m taking back the name That was consumed by pride. iii Scorched feathers caress my skin. It’s unknown whose they are, But

Tag: repetition To the one who tells me that I’ll Surely Surely Surely Surely Surely Surely be alright, That tomorrow will come and stay by my side, That it’s in warmth that I will reside, And that I’m not alone, Thank you. It’s been such a long time. A quiet, tranquil place that’s not devoid of human warmth. A nostalgic library filled with golden sunshine and rows after rows of shelves. Such a kind atmosphere reduces me to tears. A knot grows at the back of my throat, and my eyes start to heat up. It would seem that I think all is lost, That I have lost every fight I’d fought, And through my eyes which had their colours washed out, I’ve concluded that it all seems meaningless. “An irreversible state is what I wish for.” Such a sentence threatens my very existence, But a small flame in me still burns. It’s a life that I’m living in. See, though such a thought haunts me more and more, It ceases to exist in your presence. Through chatting and joking, I’ve realized: All of these