Natural born killer
12/07/2011 § Leave a comment
The knight in shiny armor, lays sleepless, filled over with pain.
After the battle is decided , after the celebrations run delighted.
Then is where the noble man puts his decisions to weight.
What if his guiding hand had not been part of this history, for some are better off without their new found misery.
The ghosts of ghosts fill his night, all those honorable deeds coming back to fight.
Yet if his hand is needed ,this day, he would not turn his back and simply walk away.
A lonely place for he, sad, not full of pride, with his demons a natural leader must lie.