Knight

His sword is valiant, strong and true.
As he fades into the ocean blue, a look of woe leaves his face.
I never saw this awful fate.

His shield held high, a sign of war.
As he left this fleeting shore, never to return.
Forever more.

His voice it boomed, a wondrous cry.
A violent shaking, disrupting the sky.
The pain in my heart, just let me die.

My hand is placed across my chest. As his vessel carries to the west.
Ghastly chasing the fleeing sun, his ghoulish words, in my mind they run.

“If I die, please move on.”

My heart is heavy, beating fast. How long could this war last?
A week, a month, a year or two?
How long until, I'm with you?