A Knight serves a king, follows his every command & puts them to finalization
Swinging his sword in a rhythmic correlation of devastating slashes
Proud to serve thy kingdom with thy sword, blood covered and rough
But what happens when the wrong blood is shed?
What happens if the order is too great or vile?
Through all the blood & guts, mud & metal
Spirit loses its driving demeanor & gains a blank state
A knight\'s heart is tarnished with a grim & foul stench
These knights walk a road of regrets & guilts that shadow over them
Eyes motionless, a smile shifted, a body walking among a graveyard
They travel with a solitude of hurt & disgust, does redemption give?
People look at these knights with disgrace & ignominy
A black hollow that lives among the buoyant & the carefree
No burdens carried, no problems follow these citizens who are protected
Who is to say the knights can be treated as them?
Who is to say optimism is lost among those who grieve and the dishonored?
Who is to say the word humanity cannot be regained?
The vicissitudes of elation can conquer the sentiments of despondency
Redemption is never gifted, it\'s a road that starts with a step
A step begins with a ponder of internal forgiveness
These knights are vindications yet unjudged, mere pages out of history
They wake up with demons, roaming the earth\'s fertile soil for something unfound
Even though they wake up in an abyss of misery, these knights are human
They can laugh at terrible jokes, smile at chivalry, and even feel victorious again
Their lives may hold a fire too black or too great but that fire can be controlled as of any other