He seeks no revenge, nor does he mope or pout
As he feels Justice will be served and all will work out
The armor is well battered, from the battles he has fought
His honor is still intact, of that there is no doubt
Everyone wonders just who he is
Where did he come from? Where is he bid?
What tragedy befell him, that he took up this quest
When and where will he find some rest?
Onwards he presses, as day turns to night
Seeking some shelter, weary from the fight
Unsure of the future is this brave and lonely Knight