The Darkest Knight
Shackled wrists, bruised and aching
Grime covered hands, dry, cracked, and shaking
Tired eyes, soul wrought with lies
Rewitten morality, perverted purpose
A newfound hatred for all unappreciative bastards
Bonds overcome and all shackes shattered.
A heartless, soulless demon with a blood caked smile.
Forged in a cold fire, a crucible of icy desire.
A lone soldier who left to fight for no-one, a soldier returning
to fight for only one.
A heavenly face, one truly beautiful saving grace.
After all his evils witnessed, forgiven, forgotten, regretted.
In her he found love, found life, found something still worth fighting for.
A demon now willingly vowed to cherish and protect her.
His evil now repurposed, a burned out husk of hate, of rage.
Flames now subsided, safe haven lies within.
His terribleness an object only the wicked need fear.
He now bulwarks her from harm. Her delicateness his source of strength.
Her purity and loveliness all that sustains him, and all that he needs.
He would fight the whole world for her, willingly her knight.
Her Darkest Knight fighting to protect her brightest day.
The whole world could burn were it not for her honest light.
For her purity and virtue the Darkest Knight will forever fight.