The lost knight
He had feet made of moral and respect
His legs were pride and confidence
He would roam the world
Eyes of curiosity were burning of desire
Only halted by ears hearing experience and reality
He would face it all
Broad shoulders by legacy
Holding arms willing to do good
He would conquer
His armour forged by the lessons of his father
His sword as sharp as his mind
He would conquer it all
But then he besieged the fortress he could not take
Her walls were high and strong
He did not give up
He fell on his knees made of shame and foolishness
His heart was carved in pain
He didn’t want to give up
His tongue only knew the taste of salten tears
His soldiers deserted, laughing with his dreamy heart
He could not give up
Soon , he would be made of dirt