Death of  A Knight

Alone in a dark room,
A once gallant knight,
Has fallen to his knees.

Battered and bruised,
Torn and bloodied,
The warrior can barely lift his head.

His hand grips the hilt of his sword,
The blade dented and bent,
From the battles and fire.

His mind is vacant,
Body is spent and exhausted,
He is all but gone.

His armor is covered in dust and debris,
Pierced too many times,
He has fought long and hard for his kingdom.

With tears in his eyes,
Blood pouring from his wounds,
He stares blankly at the floor.

He closes his eyes,
His sword falls,
He will battle no more.

The legend writ,
His story long told,
The knight is laid to rest.