The Grizzled Knight.

Upon the grassy field he stays

With years of battle and years of fray

His plate was dented, marred with rust

loyalty repaid with broken trust

The mail beneath was split and torn

From fighting evil in subtle forms

His sword once sharp, keen and bright

Now lies broke and sees no light

His loyal steed stood by his side,

Just as tired and sad inside

To see his master suffer much

For lack of rest and maidens touch.

His loyal steed caressed his chest,

As if to say, “You’ve done your best.”

It’s okay to feel alone,

For some great men, it is their home.

For those he loved, he gave his all

But in the end, they made him fall

For his love repaid with vice

From their hearts as cold as ice

You've fought all monsters big and small

And in the fight, you gave your all

There's no shame in being torpid

The world you see is greatly sordid.

For justice does not always come

For the evils the world has done

But rest now, easy weary knight

For in the end, you stood for right