The Gentle Knight

Thy helmet with dents and blood stained, my sword weakened unable to use. I fought as if all were well, while moving onto the field, Charger, my stallion so weak yet strong. The flag I carried draping upon the ground, casting a shadow without any light. With the Castle gates locked and an empty sight, we entered the Castle, a look of gloom. The King lay dying with the queen by his side, all seem lost until I saw my new bride. A smile on her face she knew, I was alive, No food nor shelter no matter she cried, alone came her Gentle knight by her side. This story I am told nor real or old, These two came together upon their sight, clasping together one to another, so tight. With, her Gentle Knight