The dark knight

Let me tell you a sad but true story and how things in life might change unwanted unexpected!

Once to be a knight in bright white shining armour
The brave, honourable and true
Always followed guidelines through

One of these fine missions
lead him to the fight no man could win
with this his failure begin

first it just had been dirt
making his armour dead
followed by spots of rust

the more he proceed with his mission
the more himself fade away
nights where cold days become grey

Months passed time was endless
What once had been glances
Became dead mans dances

If you see him now
In those cold winter days
You’ll see a beggar lost his ways

He is defeated by the dark nights tale
His armour has dents
His face is pale