There was once a knight with no armor, all that he had was his waning honor

He forged a sword from a steel called desperation,
Straightened it using the hammer of depression.

Time after time he fought,
Demons, monsters and creatures he never thought.

After battles he crafted,
A protection from the things he was rejected.

Piece by piece he assembled,
Fight after fight he gambled.

The parts were not found but given,
From all of the battles that he was challenged.

An armorless knight left with pain and no honor,
Stands tall with a full set of black armor.

Society asked how he obtained it, all he said was "you gave it".