Day and Knight

He was ‘The dark One’
The Knight of Nights
All lived in fear and trembling
The sharpest of heavy broadsword
Armour, they say, forged in hells fire
A black charger called Legion his mount
His only friend and companion
A man of night shadows
A man of tales of bloodlust
Murderous intent and practice
All challengers swiftly despatched
Under cover of darkness as they slept
A man on no honour, slitting throats
As they slept in their warm beds
A blanket of fear enveloped the land
And nightmares became a bloody reality
For any and all other knights
A man with the agility of a black cat
No defences were ever adequate
To prevent this master of death
From bringing about their end of days
A man firmly of the night
A lover of all dark activities
A brawler, a hard drinker
A seducer, a rapist, a dealer of death
A terrorist of his day at night
Proud to be evil and feared
The stuff of Knightmares

Snuffed out, one morning at dawn
By the chivalric jousting technique
Of an young inexperienced apprentice knight
The apprentice of The Knight of Days