Battle tested, never resting, my heart has the scars to show. Armor cracked, sword has dulled, even in the sun, they no longer shine. Horse long gone, feet raw and swollen, yet always at the ready to go.
King in the making, ready to fight, no need to wear a crown. Taking to the fields, army of one, if must to defend it all. A knight of Heart, love to the end, even when laid to rest in ground.
A Knight in always Shining Armor? or a Knight Who Fights in Battle to the end?
Copyright © Jose Gonzalez
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Battle tested, never resting, my heart has the scars to show. Armor cracked, sword has dulled, even in the sun, they no longer shine. Horse long gone, feet raw and swollen, yet always at the ready to go.
King in the making, ready to fight, no need to wear a crown. Taking to the fields, army of one, if must to defend it all. A knight of Heart, love to the end, even when laid to rest in ground.
A Knight in always Shining Armor? or a Knight Who Fights in Battle to the end?
Copyright © Jose Gonzalez
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