The Fallen Knight

Riding through the battlefield,
Gallant as always,
Never a sign of fatigue.

“Charge!” he screams,
Angst flavoured his voice,
Yet the armour never betray the wearer’s emotions.

An arrow!
Piercing through the wind,
Going straight for the knight.

Alas, it hits him,
The knight rides on,
Never slowing for a moment.

Blood spruts through his armour,
Painless as the knight felt,
Soulessly the armour continues.

－异客拍客－