• I am the white knight
    Tall and strong
    virtous and blessed with light
    I am the bane of evil
    May the criminals fear me
    may demons howl my name
    may the Devil himself
    quake at the shadow of my sword
    The people raise praises to my name
    the king himself blesses me with his hand
    Even god himself
    holds me in his favor

    I am the White Knight.....and yet...

    As the sun falls
    and as the crowds disprese
    and the king and all his servants
    retreat to the rooms for rest
    I am left alone
    With only the plating of my armor to comfort me
    I trudge back to my place of rest
    and slowly I pill off my armor
    The heavy gaunlets falls to the floor
    to reveal shaking dirt stained hands
    The breast plate slips off
    to show my body covered in scars new, old, and festering
    The boots come off with a clang
    the calused feet they contain crying out with relief and release
    And the helmet, glorious and fine, I take off
    I turn it and I look into the awesome vision of the white knight
    and after a moment of staring into the empty visor
    I hurl across the room
    The echoing thunder of metal against stone
    ringing in my ears
    My sweat soaked hair flows down
    and tickle the scars that cover my face
    My ears,
    blue orbs swimming in a pool covered with red weeds
    try to focus in the dimness of the room.
    I struggle to the bed
    amd flop down on it
    my muscles and bones aching and creaking
    with every movement
    And with the armor off
    the world assaults me
    my troubled thoughts return
    the loneliness of my heart floods black
    the insanity that lurks in my shadow slips closer
    And in the solitude
    of the little room
    The plain sight is bared for all to see
    For when the crowds disperse
    and the king leaves
    When the sword is laid down
    and when the armor falls away
    The Glorious White Knight
    is no more than a man