Tarnished Knight
Rusted armour,
Dented and cracked,
Speckled with blood
Yours and others
From past glory days
When gory seemed glory
Sword missing it's point
Broken off in some duel
Vizor no longer lets in
Enough light for you
Your bones are all wounded
Nary a one unblemished
War is not the toy
Some seem to think
Especially when your armour,
Sports more than one chink
And your speed is reduced,
Your strength a mere fraction,
Of when you were young,
And more a man of action
Now your steed refuses
To bear your new weight
And you always seem
To arrive,
When it's too late
Your castle ransacked,
Your dreams gone up in smoke,
And in terms of a noble,
You're really quite broke...
And now fear creeps into
your once mighty psyche,
Previously unknown to you,
Your thoughts to flee
Much more likely
And being a knight
Now not so appealing
And shedding more blood,
Not such a good feeling
But you're stuck in your title,
You're branded and trapped,
And instead of charging the foe,
You'd preferred that you napped
One day you now know
You will bested for sure,
And your last living thought,
What was it all for?
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