:. The only knight .:

Beyond the wounds, the

rotten blood of those he'd smite,

beyond the dark and all the

smoke I found my only knight. 

His helmet isn't silver, his

sword's never been blessed;

but no matter how's the bicker

his heart won't leave his chest.

His eyes, bloody red, no tears

to poison his smile.

His mind, broken clock, no fears

to take down the wile. 

Some soldiers had said and sworn 

his wings used to be black;

those old feathers must've been lorn,

those old wishes must've been tacked.

He needs no armor to cover the skin

battle scars dressed long time ago.

He needs no voice to acclaim the win

from every struggle his demons owe. 

Though loneliness is a cruel words for a man to keep,

memories will remain.

Though Hell's been too wrong for its blood to seep,

it won't be the only gain.

Life goes by, war goes on,

it'd be too human to have a rest.

Little old knight, be back at dawn,

forget no love, forget no quest.