Knight shift

Like a templar
long since sworn to service
now swept with amnesia
I find myself dug in deep
without the foggiest fucking clue on why

I look around this lonely chamber
and sense the echo
and shadow
of something that mattered,
but without the initial context
prefer now only to leave

I find the finely tuned runes
to unlock nearly every crevice of the cosmos
carved on these cave walls
and feel compacted rock
embedded under my bloodied fingernails,
yet I crave the only sign not shown

The one that reads E X I T