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
Written by Poetryman
Published | Edited 2nd Mar 2015
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