Bloody Battle Field
Darkness is his,
It does what he pleases it to,
He commands it with his voice,
He shapes it to his every whim,
His cloak is blacker then the blackest night,
His armor is made of anger, hate, sorrow and fear,
His noble black steed stands proud and strong with darkness,
His very essence is chilling to the core
Atop his noble steed he rides,
Searching the bloody battle fields,
He looks for those dyeing,
To take them to their final resting place,
Steeling their souls and consuming their last bits of life,
Mocking the lifeless bodies that lay about the ground
He awaits the next battle to cease,
To look for the lost and wondering,
This battle is different though,
Dyeing ones lay upon the ground,
His conniving soul takes no interest,
For there amid the rubble lies a girl,
Her white cloak and robes soaked in blood,
Her sword tainted with the blood of many,
Lays beside her as she holds the deep gash in her side,
Blood oozing form every little wound,
He sits astride his steady steed,
Working his way to her,
He sees her body rise and fall with every ragged breath,
His steed stands beside her now,
He dismounts with ease,
Kneeling beside her he sees she’s an angel,
He removes his cloak and wraps it around her frail body,
Easing her gently up from the ground,
He sets her side saddle upon he’s steed,
Carefully he mounts up behind her,
Supporting her brittle frame,
He leaves the dyeing to their agonizing deaths,
His concern is focused on her life,
This angel has captured his cold stone heart,
He cares for no one but her,
Back to his castle his feet guide his mount,
He hates those who have hurt this angel,
He aims to kill those who have caused her any pain
He’s hopelessly devoted to her,
Bound by love he takes care for her,
Healing her wounds and breathing life into her body,
Her life erupts into something new,
Love has brought her a second chance,
Together they ride the bloody fields,
Upon his glorious steed they steal the lives of those dyeing around them,
Torching those who have felt the essence of love,
Making them die in loneliness, sorrow, and despair
His crest is sown on the breast of her white robes,
Beckoning his darkness to follow,
As she rides her silver steed to protect the innocent,
He rides beside her with a new crest about his dark armor,
Stealing the lives of many fallen,
And mock the living, dead, and dyeing that grow closer to lifelessness,
A simple balance is made,
A dark knight rides hand in hand with a guardian of light.
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