The Black Knight

He didn’t know he was looking for a victim,
He thought he was searching for his fortune,
He was a rider of this unconscious power,
And there was no passion beyond his white knuckles,
And from the moment she dreamed him,
And she ran her hands across his armor,
She knew the horse he rode was fate,
And the measure of his saddle was her dark faith.
His armor caught a desperate ray of sun thru the shadows,
Though just a reflection of the knife blade it looked like light,
But nothing could color this vision of her feelings, And the sky be it overcast
with omens,
And his stare be it straight ahead with focus,
He appeared as god’s warrior of mercy,
And if the world could ever conquer such a man, May she be the one to bear his
body down.
He thought he was waiting but he was living, Reality was just a masquerade of
armor and innocence,
He thought he was finding answers but they were questions,
And the pale and shallow night called him to duty, Her dowry was just ashes and
need,
And what he had was not enough to keep him from what he wanted,
She never knew underneath his armor he was just human,
She thought he was a hero but he was a killer.