Halls of the Dark Muse

The Last Knight

Only a distant memory remains
old armor left to slowly rust in the rains
for his honor only a single red rose
as seasons pass each petal slowly blows

Bards may still speak of his fames
only a distant memory remains
for a chivalry now long dead
the last knight put finally to bed

Somewhere perhaps a maiden wept
all alone in the bed they once slept
only a distant memory remains
of honorable and brave campaigns

Pure snow falls upon his place of rest
long over are the days of quest
gave his life fighting what he disdains
only a distant memory remains.