I...White Knight


When trouble strikes and you’ve nowhere to turn,
Upon the steed I shall ride, to you, because of love.

When life makes you lonely, and things have torn you down,
This armor shall protect, making you shine.

From the forlorn castle charging forth to be your champion,
Calling upon the broken knight whom with you don’t want to be,
Prostrating before you, saving your soul when it’s in need,
You use me when the fancy strikes without caring or feeling.

Always ready, always there,
I know not why I serve,
Slaying the dragon...a feat she does not deserve,
Riding to her rescue again and again…hoping one day…to lose my nerve.

Eric B. Ramey

Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey

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