Shadowknight

I wear silver mail and bear a sword, I carry a shield with coat of my kin, I pledge to be true to my ev'ry word, and I duel with dark foes, time and again. Yet I cannot tell yon maiden so fair, that romance and not lust guides my soft gaze. Or that I meet with black knights everywhere, because courage, not fear, makes banners raise. Robed in nobility; lo, it's a shell. Beneath all the armor I'm still a man. Tempted, tormented, and fearful of hell, Imperfect flesh, though I do what I can. I march for the myth of what I could be. I march for the lies of eternity. 7 October 2017