The Fallen Knight

Steel gleams cold, a weary guard, Against the night, forever barred. He watches from afar, unseen, His love, a distant, fading dream.

The armor weighs, a crushing load, His spirit bent, his hope eroded. A silent vigil, ever near, But pain consumes, and doubt takes hold.

He longs to touch, to hold her hand, But strength is gone, he cannot stand. The days have passed, a weary plight, His love a flicker in the fading light.

The wind howls, a mournful tune, In endless night, beneath the moon. The sun may rise, but what remains? A broken knight, consumed by pains.

He yearns no more, his vigil done, The armor falls, the battle's won. No longer bound, he turns away, From love's lost hope, and starts to stray.