The Knight

Oh Knight in gilded armor
whose path is filled with demons
of Hatred, Despair, and Anger;
Which you slay with carefully placed words
an open heart, and a giving soul.

The sword resting against your hip, sparingly used
called upon when no other way will do.
A Fighter until the very end
giving of yourself and taking wounds
to spare others from the pains of Life.

But oh handsome Warrior
seen are the scratches in thine garb,
knowing well they are more than skin deep.
You are as wounded and pained
as the souls you fight so hard to save.

Yet here you are standing tall
where others have stumbled and fallen along the path.
Oh pure and true White Knight
T'is easy to see your strength is Divine
guiding to where others can not tread.