Black Knight

Ancient ramifying willows survived more than one flood They witnessed history drenched in blood Of the black warrior they sing a ballad As he fought against Teutonic knights by him who were defeated His visor black absorbing all light His hood dark as night His size for his time awesome sight Wearing his black armor he knew how to fight Yet he was the solder of light He was a brave and good knight His victories written by visage of moons’ light Under which valiantly he would fight When huge force took him prisoner they chopped off his head And just like that the great warrior was dead But although this makes me a little sad His spirit lives on in stories and light of the very sun under which he bled