Knight

A figure stands,

On a desolate night.

He wrings his hands,

A fallen Knight.

He draws his sword,

He has accepted.

He gives his word,

To all knights watching.

Upon his horse,

A command is given.

It couldn't be worse,

But his will is driven.

A figure dances,

In a shimmering night.

Take your chances,

A wandering Knight.