Ballad Of The Maiden 4

Fair Maiden with The Knight Far in the distance A shadow emerges from the trees A man unlike the others she has seen He wears no colors upon his back He does not carry pens or scrolls His armor shines like the sun itself His sword rusted and worn Wounds scar his crimson skin He is weary yet strong As the knight approaches she holds her breath His tall stride matches the beat of the march His armor outshines the sun, reflecting his heart The sword loyal to its master, never faltering His holds his head high with pride Like a moral challenging a god “May I rest here?” The knight asked the maiden “I may have room to spare.” She replied with a smile Amused he sits with her, stories of their pasts Secrets that neither have told the world