Tamed reflections, distant shadows; I stand on guard in this
armour forged from old battle scars. Each lesson learned
in silence teaches you how to move forward; how many
tears can an eye hold, before only the night can hear them?

A blade rests gently on my shoulders, I am knighted by survival,
honoured to be myself, and sworn to the love I once withheld.
In the dark, we weep as _nights;_ by morning, we rise as _knights._

Nights sharpen sorrow into steel, missteps become a measure,
every hesitation, a shield. What once cut down now protects;
for wisdom is a weapon only a night can forge, a Knight holds.