Resurrection

The empty armor of a Knight rusts near shackled bones stripped bare    
Cast off by a lonely man who lived to love no one    
He begged the Lord, promised service for the hand of one so fair    
To have and forever hold, to make his empty life undone    
   
A tomb lies silent as pain shakes the walls with echoes    
A light cuts through darkness bleeding dust from dried up tears    
Streaking the thighs of innocence in endless dirty rows    
With memories of monsters that haunt her through the years    
   
Sadness cries out from a grave not dug for one so young    
There is forgiveness for the broken soul to rise up from this hole    
A prayer refuses to die in silence, refuses to go unsung    
A white feather pure as the snow falls to melt upon her soul    
   
Sacrificed to save her life and rise to be reborn    
The feather gone, left the angel without the gift of flight    
A small gift to give that he would gladly never mourn    
As the fallen Knight rose to one knee then asks to share her fight