Knight at Arms


Riding a jet-black steed

In snow-white armour clad

He aims for noble deed

In war of good on bad

He seeks the Holy Grail

In purity of thought

No failing on the trail

Will have him lured and caught

He’ll sacrifice his life

Or any other’s too

The outcome of the strife

Depends on being true

And noticing the stain

From some unlucky beast

Or villager’s loud pain

Would shamefully have creased

His shining banner and cause

So quickly he rides on

Ruled by his Order’s laws

But where the light has shone

It travels not with him

And all his noble death

It stays on blood and skin

Impure and loving breath.

The Knight at Arms is anyone prepared to kill for a cause without compunction.

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