A man with an armor of knight
Oh, how he’s the damsel’s delight.
His shield, unblemished in the light.
His helm has been the face of right.
Lo! In the deep, dark, wilderness
Where the dead trees and beasts oppress.
The shiny knight, faced with boldness
Craze in his face, he lay lifeless.
In his dark steed, the weathered shell.
Conquest and tales his weapons tell.
His sword and shield delivered quell.
But their eyes on him never fell.
The moon was full, the wind was cold.
Gripped his sword with relentless hold.
His strength, unleashed a hundredfold.
The menace’ tales have been untold.
The dark knight showed his great valor.
His strength proved that he is the victor.
No beast is beaten by glamour;
Only by the beaten armor.