The Lost Knight
Like a Knight from the days of old He wears his armour over a heart of gold Fighting for survival in life's great war Demons in his mind from all he saw He fears no man, blade or bodily harm He can't count the times he nearly bought the farm Standing against evil, a gauntlet he would face Fighting for good and vanishing without a trace Living with body covered by the scars of his past He travels on hoping he's find true love at last The Armour around his heart, fading slowly He was a hardened warrior, yet humble and lowly Like all Knights, he has a chip on his shoulder Bearing the weight of his pain, onward he'd soldier His only weakness was his Noble heart And from his undying lust for love, he did not part Only the blades of love could pierce his armour Bringing him to his knees, as he was no charmer To defend his love he would charge any fight But for now he wonders on, a lost and lonely Knight